Through the entire day, Farrah moved as if in a daze. Ozorne - and Varice?
The slave had thought the emperor -
She shook her head at one point to clear away the thoughts. How could she have though thus? The emperor, having feelings for his slave? She was only being foolish.
That night, though, she sobbed into her arms until her eyes were dry and her throat sore. Her tears were gone, and she could weep no longer. And the night had barely begun.
Bleary eyed, Farrah stood, and went to the door, barely remembering to check for a guard first. He was standing there at the door. The slave was about to turn away, and go back to her pallet, but the guard shifted, and walked out of sight.
Farrah hesitated only a moment before dashing out. By all laws, she should have been caught. She should have been captured, again.
But she wasn't. She ran to that place where it had all started, flitting from shadowy wall to darkened niche. The garden, the balcony; all were as they had been. Farrah stepped up to the railing, shivering despite the night's warm air. Apprehensively, she glanced over her shoulder before lifting herself over the rail, onto the tiny edge that was left. Her knuckles were white where they clutched the cold metal.
And, terrified, her voice faulty and shaking, she sang.
"I follow the night,
Can't stand the light.
When will I begin,
To live again?
"One day I'll fly away
Leave all this to yesterday.
What more could your love do for me,
When will love be through with me?
"Why live life,
From dream to dream?
And dread the day
When dreaming ends.
"One day I'll fly away
Leave all this to yesterday.
Why live life,
From dream to dream?
"And dread the day,
When dreaming ends.
"One day I'll fly away,
Fly, fly, away."
She was sobbing, and her grip was loosening on the rail.
And then she jumped.
She shook her head at one point to clear away the thoughts. How could she have though thus? The emperor, having feelings for his slave? She was only being foolish.
That night, though, she sobbed into her arms until her eyes were dry and her throat sore. Her tears were gone, and she could weep no longer. And the night had barely begun.
Bleary eyed, Farrah stood, and went to the door, barely remembering to check for a guard first. He was standing there at the door. The slave was about to turn away, and go back to her pallet, but the guard shifted, and walked out of sight.
Farrah hesitated only a moment before dashing out. By all laws, she should have been caught. She should have been captured, again.
But she wasn't. She ran to that place where it had all started, flitting from shadowy wall to darkened niche. The garden, the balcony; all were as they had been. Farrah stepped up to the railing, shivering despite the night's warm air. Apprehensively, she glanced over her shoulder before lifting herself over the rail, onto the tiny edge that was left. Her knuckles were white where they clutched the cold metal.
And, terrified, her voice faulty and shaking, she sang.
"I follow the night,
Can't stand the light.
When will I begin,
To live again?
"One day I'll fly away
Leave all this to yesterday.
What more could your love do for me,
When will love be through with me?
"Why live life,
From dream to dream?
And dread the day
When dreaming ends.
"One day I'll fly away
Leave all this to yesterday.
Why live life,
From dream to dream?
"And dread the day,
When dreaming ends.
"One day I'll fly away,
Fly, fly, away."
She was sobbing, and her grip was loosening on the rail.
And then she jumped.