The Rain Stays The Same, Ch 12.
Again guys, sorry for the long wait. Inspiration lacked, then as soon as it hit…classes and work started lol. Can’t win for losing. Anyway, here you go! Thanks for sticking with me
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So the dress was once Lady Macintosh’s. How…how…uh…Evey faltered even in her thoughts. How was she to greet the King and Queen, as well as the other Lords, if she couldn’t even finish a thought?!
The dress wasn’t exactly…Lady-like. That was to say, Evey had noticed that the pattern and style was so…so…common. And she grimaced at the word. But it was the only thing that she could find – that her ladies could find – in time that looked Scottish. That was Scottish. And for some reason, it hadn’t come across her mind to ask why the dress wasn’t exactly…ah…regal.
Perhaps if she survived the evening, she might ask Magnus about it.
“Breathe, lassy.” A deep r
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