”I can’t do this anymore, Menas, I just can’t. You know as well as I do - it’s over.”
Lady Alice Thurdanhelm turned from the room and walked out on her husband, holding back tears until she was clear of his presence. He didn’t call out, didn’t respond.
Well, at least he agrees. He knows our marriage is finished, she thought through quiet sobs.
She made her way out of the manor house to the open streets of Zimar, trying to steel herself before returning to her caravan. It was time to head back to Oppara and restart her life.
”Lady Thurdanhelm! an Ulfen man with blonde, braided hair shouted to her. ”We’re over here! Are you rea- . . . Lady Thurdanhelm, are you alright?” Concern filled the man’s voice as he noticed her tears.
”Yes, Yuln, I’m fine. Load up the caravan. We’re leaving.”