"I don't know."
Felicity hated saying that. She hated not knowing. But nothing had been sent with the child. If the baby girl had things packed already in the ship, that would certainly be a pleasant surprise, but Felicity had her doubts. It would have been hard enough just hunting down a ship. In the short amount of time that she'd waited in between speaking to Almira, and getting the ship, she doubted very much they'd had time to pack everything necessary for the baby. But Felicity could hope.
"I guess we'll find out. Owain, can you carry my bags too? I have the baby. To the docks, come on."
She looked around her room one last time. The pretty gowns hung neatly in her wardrobe, the silk slippers, jewelry. All of it was getting left behind. Her entire identity. No. Not her identity. Just her birthright. No more privilege that came with her name. No more servants to do the cleaning for her. No more body guards to keep her safe.
She hesitated, only for a moment. Then with a deep breath, she turned on her heel and left.
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