“Got these chains hanging around our necks, people want to strangle us with them before we take our first breath.”
Imsdyn 10th, 1513 – Fitz-Chivalry estate, River Sulis, Lothianshire, Albion
Marianne brushed nervously at the horse hair that still clung to the skirt of her blue riding habit. “We just got back from our riding lesson.” Vivianne pointed out, tossing a strand of hair over her shoulder. “No one is going to expect us to be completely spotless.”
