The walls of the dark, dank cell seemed to be closing in on her. Each time she drifted off her sleep was fitful, and she often woke up in a cold sweat dazed and confused. She knew it was only a matter of time. Her body was growing weaker by the day and the hunger was overwhelming.
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Large hands grasped at her arms and her shocked cries were hushed by a calloused palm. Under a dark cloak of magic she was ushered out of her stone prison, knowing little that she would be soon taken to another dungeon gilded in gold.
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Her knight in shining armor had been nothing more than a charlatan dressed in a suit of rust. She sat by quietly as they overtook the city, and watched as their plans crashed and burned. She told herself he'd died of madness, but that likely wasn't the truth. She wouldn't hear it even if it was the truth. Without hesitating she'd left the city. Their fate was their own, and she would take claim of herself. No more would others decide for her.
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She'd become violently ill shortly after finding out she was with child. It wasn't meant to last, however. She recalled the amount of blood which was lost during miscarriages her patients suffered through. Hers was no different. Instead of feeling loss or shame she felt relief. Relief of not having to raise a bastard child alone.
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Her time spent in the mountains was insightful if not dull. There was a lack of medical care and she saw to the treatment of countless farmers with varying ailments. The repetition became dull, however, and after a few years had come and gone a desire began to tug at her soul. She would return to the city if it was the last thing she accomplished. She trimmed her hair, packed her belongings, adopted a new surname and made the journey down to the place she'd once called home.