Ambyre was utterly confused and caught unawares. Why would her grandmother, the one who always scolded her and never saw a beacon of hope for her, wish her to change, become a lady and even marry a deceasing lord at her father’s age? She would not know. There were too many questions for this Eorling’s mind to bear. So she shared this burden with her best friend and mounted her beloved steed. She rode hard. She rode fast into the night. Her steed was feeling her unease so was at unease.
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