Anne had to take a moment and breathe as she registered what she had just done. Everything had gone so fast. Only this morning had they been in bed, only this morning had she gone to Eleanor to smooth over their argument...

Then she had found herself kidnapped by some miserable cur. And now he was dead and bleeding out at their feet.

When Charles stepped up she almost didn't hear him. Then his voice registered. Anne looked up and nodded rapidly. "Home, please."

Her shoulder began to ache as her bleeding ebbed. Still, Anne was feeling a little weak, a little faint. But she was bound and determined to walk on her own two feet back home.