I cowered as my uncle walked into the room.
He glared at me. “Girl, wash up. We’re going into town, and you’re paying for my mead.”
With a wave, my hated uncle went out into the hallway.
I thought about just standing there, refusing to go watch him get drunk, but I knew that would be a terrible idea. Don’t want to keep him waiting, I thought sadly as I hurried to pick up the leather bag of money I had earned bởi doing small jobs around Dawnstar.
I slipped on my shoes and ran outside to find my uncle already there, his fat face scowling at me. I trembled. My mother had been kind and...
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