The hallway was busy.
Students, who had been sleeping, were moving. The morning rush, which filled the corridors with bodies and voices, was a tide. I walked through it. My coat, which was dark, was a contrast to the colorful uniforms. My mask, which was unusual, drew looks. The looks, which were curious and suspicious, were ignored.
Ahead, two figures moved through the crowd. A young man and a young woman. The man, whose face was thin and pale, was walking fast. The woman, whose legs were pressed together, was struggling to keep up.
Aldric and Lyssa. The brother and sister. The minor nobles who had attached themselves to Prince Leo.
Lyssa's gait was wrong. The way she walked, with her thighs squeezed together and her steps short and careful, was the walk of a woman who had been fucked raw. Her face, which was pretty in a plain way, was contorted with discomfort. Her uniform, which was neat, concealed the marks that were beneath.
