Eyes drawn to the flame, Elizabeth goes still and feels herself pinned by the soft light. Had she really been so confident, so absorbed in her task, that she'd missed someone's entrance? Or worse, someone's presence in the room when she entered? A furiously annoyed look crosses her face and her unshakable sense of self-preservation helps remind her legs how to move.
She slides her hand out of the drawer and draws back into the shadows, fingers curling around the hilt of her sword.
Only then does she silently question the manner in which the candle was lit.
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Eyes drawn to the flame, Elizabeth goes still and feels herself pinned by the soft light. Had she really been so confident, so absorbed in her task, that she'd missed someone's entrance? Or worse, someone's presence in the room when she entered? A furiously annoyed look crosses her face and her unshakable sense of self-preservation helps remind her legs how to move.
She slides her hand out of the drawer and draws back into the shadows, fingers curling around the hilt of her sword.
Only then does she silently question the manner in which the candle was lit.