She fiddled with her reticule. At any other moment, and any other time before, an eager excitement would have consumed her every thought so all she might think about was this trip she now made. You’d go to Wales to be closer to your Vikings, instead of spreading your wings and daring to dream…you deserve more in your dreams and for them… Edmund, a mere stranger to her just three days ago, had somehow reached inside her and seen both the hopes she carried and, more, the secrets she kept, even from herself. “Oh, it is ever so exciting.” Her sister’s lyrical sing-song voice called her to the moment. Justina fairly bounced on the edge of her seat. At seventeen, there was still an honest innocence to her younger sister’s happiness. “New shops, new books.” A wistful expression stole over her face. “Oh, I cannot wait until I make my Come Out.” There was a romantic, faraway glimmer in her sister’s lovely blue eyes that gave her pause. This whimsical dreamer remained somehow untouched by their father’s darkness.
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