Silent Grace 6: Dying Light

She smelled of lavender and sadness, already she felt faded, envied, and despised.

She allowed her upper garments to slip down to her sash, and remained naked to the waist. Carefully, according to custom, she tucked her sleeves under her knees

Her body shook with the need to do something, but she bit her lips and held her firm mounds with both hands, cupping the searing curves with her nurturing fingers. Flakes of snow were slowly melting off her silk as she brushed off a few of the icicles that formed on her cold neck.

The headsman's voice came out as a whisper and she felt a prickling of heat race down her spine