Memories

"I thank Sir Allard for his kindness," Lumielle said, her words feeling flushed. What was this? It felt pathetic. The male that had abandoned her in her past life was attempting to flesh out a relationship with her. Why?

She didn't trust him in any capacity. She knew his brutality and even being this close to him made her heart beat faster. It was fear. The man had pointed a blade at her throat, forcing her to choke on her own blood. Was it a dream or a memory? Lumielle wasn't even sure at this point but it was enough to feel ice coil in her stomach.

"There is no need," Allard answered taking her hand as he looked at Cosette, "Then, I shall escort, the Princess."