Claire didn't stop running until she was far away from his room. She paused to catch her breath.
In her haste, she hadn't cared if she'd been seen, but now her senses had returned somewhat, the possibility was devastating.
Female voices were approaching behind her.
"Why was she running like that?" She heard one of the women ask.
"No, Nancy. You should be asking why her dress was torn like that!"
"Where did she come from?"
The second one lowered her voice when she said, "Isn't it obvious, Nancy. She's the King's Cupbearer and the King is the only one with a bedchamber in this tower."
Claire sucked in a breath and rushed away. She couldn't listen any further.
People had seen her.
Gods! People had seen her!
Aurora.
Her sister was the first thing that came to her mind. Maids often gossiped around her little sister. What if she heard tales of her sister's madness?
What would Rory think of me? She asked herself.
