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Word count; 2,532

Lynne

All I could see was darkness. The chilling air in the room forced me to shake, no fires to be seen. I sat by the window, staring at the only thing that provided light; the stars. Someone started to bang on the door, screaming my name. Did I want to move? No. Could I move? No. The more the person yelled, the more I tried to stand. With all my strength I tried to push myself up but no matter how much effort I used, nothing worked. The person on the other side of the door started to screech like they had been punctured with a blade. Suddenly, I screamed back, like I felt what the other person did. I tried to talk but no sound escaped. The only thing I could move were my eyes, a force of some sort not allowing me access to anything else.

Silence.

Instantaneously, all sound stopped. I glanced to the door, a light illuminating the outside rim like someone was stood outside with a torch. Someone started to talk, someone new. A man, definitely. What he was saying was indistinct, but the disheartened tone in his voice stabbed through me like a sword.

When I woke up, a thick layer of sweat clogged my forehead. I shot up, trying to slow down the breaths that scorched my chest every time I inhaled. I looked down at my lap, grabbing onto the furs that always seemed to comfort me when I most needed it. Days had passed since I realised my fondness of the Irishman. Within these days we hadn't spoken once, yet the adoration only seemed to increase. I would spot him every now and then from my window and each time my eagerness to speak with him would grow. It was deceitful, what I was doing, as it was also every night that Ceatta would knock on my door and we would exchange some act of intimacy.

It was the early morning; not light enough to see the horizon but not dark enough to require a torch. The air still remained sharp, biting onto any skin it could grasp. If it weren't for the birdsong and the low murmur of priests and monks as they walked past, all would be silent. I peered my head out of the doorway, my legs shaking like I had never walked before. Coincidentally, I caught the glance of a monk, causing him to look twice like I was out of the ordinary.

"Lynne?" He inquired, walking closer to me.

"Good morning, Edwyn."

"What has you up so early?"

I hesitated before answering, gathering a, debatably true, excuse. "I had trouble sleeping."

"Should I send for anything?"

"No, no, I am all right, thank you."

"I shall leave you in peace, then."

"Wait," I stated, causing him to stop and turn back to me. "Where are you going?"

"I was on my way to prayer," He smiled warmly.

"Would it be okay if I joined you?"

"I would like that, Lynne." He replied.