Her voice cracked.
Rodney McKay sat in his quarters, staring at the wall but taking no real notice of what his eyes were seeing.
Her. Voice. Cracked.
Teyla Emmagen, the strongest woman he had ever known--in more ways than one--who showed no sign of weakness, even under the most extreme of circumstances, who was always calm-bordering-on-serene even when the world was crashing down around her head..
The warrior woman with the cool, unaffected air and the solid, trusting, soothing demeanor…
Her voice had cracked?
Over him?
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All day the rain had been coming down, not heavy but constant enough to be deemed as somewhat dreary. Anne wouldn't have minded a day indoors, partnering the queen in an engaging game of chess or cards, but the days to come would keep them all so confined, with the promise of at least several days, if not weeks, aboard the newest ship in the queen's fleet, fine though it may have been, was incentive to enjoy as much time outdoors as she could before the imprisonment at sea. She could have done without the rain insistently pattering on her riding frock, but it might be worth the trouble. Elizabeth would be sure to want one last ride with Sir Robert before departing. Her Majesty certainly enjoyed the hunt, and Anne could hardly bring herself to complain, although her fellow ladies-in-waiting did not share the sentiment.
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