I swept the porch because that was the rules.
“She’s quite young eh?” The burlesque man sat in the kitchen one hand gripping a cup of Lager the other drumming along the edges of the table. Had it been up to me he’d have been kicked out of my home a long time ago—but the rules didn’t allow that.
“I don’t know about age. She’s old enough to have babies—so she’s old enough for me.” My husband's voice reeked of hidden malice, the rules I chided myself. I kept sweeping.
I was twelve when I had been married off to the lord of a territory located on the outskirts of Solivia. The port town we were living in was currently the home of the forty-something lord and his family—meaning me and our daughter.
“Momma, the sky!” Bella was sat at my leg her hands reaching up towards the stars a silent cal
