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Chapter 6: Kimberly
I grinned. It had taken most of the winter, but the house was now all clean and ready. It had taken forever trying to get everything organized and rearranged. But now it was all finished and I was left wondering what to do with myself.
I went to the fireplace and began making a small dinner for myself. As I began boiling the water, my mind began to drift and once again I was left thinking about Tess.
It wasn't fair! That stupid family had to hire her and always take her away from home. She should be here training those kids, not going off to help delegate feuds or escort them to faraway celebrations. That should be Marc's job. I still don't get why they made her refuse the title of being village warrior. She definitely earned it. This whole thing's corrupt. Why did they have to do this to her? And then drop the family secret on her… I still can't believe that I'm…
My attention was caught by some loud noises going outside. Immediately, I went and doused the fire and closed the blinds as precaution. The village hadn't been attacked in almost a year, but I wasn't about to risk drawing attention to the house. Finished with all precautions, I took a seat next to the fireplace and proceeded to eat my semi-warmed food.
Later that day though, I was growing restless. I knew I should have listened to Tess and just stayed inside. The risk of being attacked was growing too great these days. However, it was rare when I had free time and I usually spent it sitting and thinking, but I was tired of that. I wanted to get out. Who knew? Maybe I could find Marc. I hadn't seen him in ages and I wanted to talk to him about Tess.
Quietly, I cracked the door open and breathed in the fresh, damp air. It had rained a little during the day. Everything appeared to be normal. I could hear faint sounds of laughter in the direction of the main square and headed off in that direction.
I guess I wasn't paying attention to where I was going. The paths were quite muddy and I was taking care not to soil my skirt. I didn't notice the runaway horse until it was nearly on top of me and by then, it was too late.