There and BackChapter 130 Church and State
I woke early, sliding out of bed quietly so as not to disturb Alistair. For some reason I couldn’t explain, talking to Dorothea seemed a million times scarier than talking to Greagoir had been, and I felt like I couldn’t breathe. I curled up in the window seat, cracking the shutters open a small amount to let in some fresh air. As I sat watching the guards patrolling the gardens below in the pre-dawn light, I tried to analyse my fears. Dorothea is a good person, at least, as far as I can...