The following morning, Jocelynn watched the sun rising from the windows of her luxurious chambers in Lothian Manor.
The hail storm had ended hours before Eleanor's pyre burned down, and by the time the sun rose, the skies were clear and blue, with only a few faint clouds lingering over Lothian City to catch the early morning rays of golden light.
After so many days in the darkness of the dungeon, it should have been a beautiful, welcoming dawn, but much like the chill air outside her windows, the sun's rays did little to bring warmth to the cold, lonely world Jocelynn felt trapped in after Eleanor's death.
Last night, Captain Albyn had encouraged her to flee, before it was too late. He seemed to genuinely believe that, given an hour or two and a chance to retrieve the chest of gold and silver from her chambers, they could rush an escape and acquire the things they needed to survive once they'd fled.
