A/N - My dear readers! Thank you to everyone who has stuck by me and this story for so long. I sincerely apologise for the wait between this chapter and the previous one; I really have been writing whenever I am able. I doubt any single chapter would be worth a whole year of waiting, but as with everything I write I have poured my soul into Part 8 and I sinc...
Hello everyone- I hope you enjoy this chapter. Don't be shy and please comment. Not only does it really make my day when I read them but I often get ideas for your observations. ;) So thank you in advance for your comments and ratings. Also many thanks to honeybree for her great editing.-p2p * When they got back to Santorini it was evening and there was a...
Chapter Three -- The Fugitive "Master Tuko. This poor girl...surely you don't plan to take her to the guest cottage like this..." "No, Servant Helgakct. I don't want her in the house until she's cleaned up. And make sure her hair's properly braided before I talk to her." "As you wish, Master Tuko." Servant Helgakct brought a washtub to the front door of...
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