| Scelto hustled Dianora down the corridor to her... 234 |
[Feb. 10th, 2010|03:18 am] |
Scelto hustled Dianora down the corridor to her rooms and with a bristling protectiveness slammed the door on the nervous, fluttering crowd that clung and hovered in the hallway like so many silk-clad mothsMurmuring continuously he undressed and washed her, and then wrapped her carefully into her warmest robeShe was shivering uncontrollably, unable to speakHe lit the fire and made her sit before itIn docile submission she drank the mahgoti tea he prepared as a sedativeTwo cups of it, one after the otherEventually the trembling stoppedShe still found it difficult to speakHe made her stay in the chair before the fireShe didn't want to leave it anyway
Her brain felt battered, numbShe seemed to be |
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