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Sarcasm and Ink - part 3


     It was almost dawn when the prince let her go.  Rayen wiped the weariness from her eyes and headed straight to the bakery. Coups or no, her family still had to eat.  But just as she reached the door, a figure stepped from the shadows.  It was Danwell.

     “You did it.” He murmured, admiration in his voice.  “Targallin is on our side. Help is coming from the East.  The prince will be overthrown.  Our people will have a chance of survival.”

     Too exhausted for sarcasm, Rayen pushed open the bakery door and donned her apron.  “I’m glad.”

     Danwell followed her.  “I was wrong to doubt you, little badger.  I’m honored to have you on our side.”

     Rayen glanced at her finger.  The inkstain had almost faded.  “My ‘sweetness’ and your ink.”  She rubbed her finger thoughtfully.  “Watch them change the course of a nation.”
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  1. Skye HoffertNovember 29, 2017 at 8:16 AM

    I am loving this! I feel for Rayen, the poor dear. The Prince is detestable.

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