Chapter 13: For You I Have to Risk it All
Only two candles had been lit. She didn't think she'd be able to fall asleep in complete darkness. Or alone. She had felt wretched and cowardly for asking Alfred to stay, but it was the only way she'd manage to get some rest. Alfred sat beside her bed, slouching in the padded chair. His eyes were closed, but she knew he wasn't sleeping. A wave of affection for the brash young man filled her chest, making her forget for a few seconds her woes. She was so grateful of him, of his trust of her, of his constant confidence in her. Many men would have turned away from a disgraced sister, but not Alfred. Alfred was too noble for such a thing. He didn't shout at her or tell her she had asked for it by walking around the camp on her own. He never once acted as if her disgrace shamed him. No, instead he swore he'd stand by her no matter what happened. Dear Alfred, his sweet understanding made the whole ordeal just a tiny bit more bearable.