In the woods he could be a king, ordering his knights to cut down the rabble that spoke ill of his young reign. He could be a soldier, like his father, fighting for the freedom of his fellow countrymen, hiding in trenches and spying on the enemy.
At first they were just showers—normal storms. They were wonderful for playing in the rain or taking a peaceful afternoon nap. But then, they didn’t stop.
Her vigilant watch was earning her the nickname “Watching Whitney” among the townspeople. She barely slept, and her handmaiden brought her meals, which she barely ate.
She meant to get lost… Liz grew up in the Appalachian hills, but living in New York City for three years was making her claustrophobic.