Running down the spiral stairs, hoping for guards only behind them and not awaiting on ground’s floor. The sound of the military boots deafening, covering any other noise in the tower, even the stomping of their racing hearts…

Reaching the second story, he suddenly stopped! Leaving her, nearly bumping on his back. Turning her way in a flash, he wrapped his arms around the out of breath Mademoiselle…

• Come here…

An awkward display of affection she hadn’t expected, as they ran for their lives…

• I won’t let you die tonight…

Last loving gaze before the final sprint!

 

 

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* self imposed challenge to try to write a story within 100 words, Archon’s idea to tame my tendency to write endless posts…  Pure torture! 😉