Author's Notes: Written for TuesdayNovember's "Time" Challenge on xoxLewrahxox's Bellatrix Lestrange: The Dark Lord's Most Faithful forum.
This fortnight's challenge is 'times of day' (or night). For this challenge, I want you to set or focus your fic at a specific time, be that either an exact hour (X o'clock) or something more vague, like afternoon. The time can be either a prominent feature, or just a subtle reference, as long as it's included.
And, to return us to our challenge roots, so to speak, the word limits are either 100 or 500 words (give or take a few.)
Was it cruel to wait until after her wedding to run away?
Andromeda lay in bed, with Rabastan sleeping at her side, pondering this as she watched the sky growing ever-lighter, heralding sunrise. Was it cruel to give Rabastan false hope of marital bliss together?
She decided she did not care.
There was a line of pink upon the horizon, and Andromeda climbed out of bed, careful not to disturb her sleeping groom, and picked up the bag she had packed last night.
In the moments just before dawn, Andromeda lay one last kiss on Rabastan's lips, and slipped out.