Want Some Candy?

We took the kids into a room that resembled a dormitory. Everything was broken down, the beds were cobbled-together scrap, and the blankets were threadbare, but it was better than nothing. At her request, I told the kids a story while she supervised teeth brushing. Once they were all tucked in and had gone to sleep, she led me down another hallway to a smaller room.

It had once been some kind of office. She had converted the desks into a bed. It was the first time I'd seen an effort- outside of the Dame's place- to create something comfortable and inviting. There were even bedcurtains to block out the chill breeze from the broken, boarded-over windows.

Just as I thought it was odd to have something so relatively luxurious for a guest room, the door slammed behind me. I froze, a trickle of fear tingling on my neck. Had this been a trap?

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