We Own The Night – The Wanted – Swanfire – 114 words
Emma liked to think that during the day she behaved as a princess should. The night, she knew, was another story. During the night, she was free to do exactly what she wanted to do. And what she did was run to the seamstress's work room in the servants' quarters.
Always the weaver's assistant would be waiting for her – a lanky lad with curly, dark hair. Baelfire. Gorgeous, quiet, thoughtful – and very much below her station. But she just didn't care. During the day, she could manage to be the demure princess that her family and her kingdom needed to her be. But she was still young, and she and Baelfire owned the nights.
