Lady-in-Waiting is a flash folk-horror told through prayers. Each episode is just minutes long. This is the story of Wirwen Osgard, a Lady-in-Waiting who flees the kingdom. It is performed by Rae Writte, written by Michael Schofield.
Lady In Waiting • Flash Folk Horror
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Lady-in-Waiting is a flash folk-horror told through prayers. Each episode is just minutes long. This is the story of Wirwen Osgard, a Lady-in-Waiting who flees the kingdom. It is performed by Rae Writte, written by Michael Schofield.
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January 25, 2026
Lady in Waiting • A Flash Folk-Horror // Day Eight
<html><p><strong>Lady in Waiting </strong>is a flash folk-horror told through prayers. Each episode is just minutes long. This is an immersive audio drama. So, turn your volume up. A supplement to the audio drama <a href="https://thief.substack.com" target="_blank">The Thief</a>.</p><p>Listen on <a href="https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/lady-in-waiting-•-flash-folk-horror/id1859324550" target="_blank">Apple</a>, <a href="https://www.patreon.com/collection/1832895" target="_blank">Patreon </a>(totally free), <a href="https://open.spotify.com/show/7KJrADPpwKqMeLWJswEuRo?si=935c006ff46f4989" target="_blank">Spotify</a>, or <a href="https://thief.substack.com/" target="_blank">subscribe to the newsletter</a>.</p><p><strong>Previously, </strong>the lady-in-waiting discovers she is no longer alone on the road. Exhausted and exposed, she wonders at the haze in the distance. A hallucination of her servant, Brona, warns her to get off the road - but she doesn't.</p><h3>Day Eight</h3><blockquote><p>I am never more than a lope from “Boots,” part of the Burhwick chattel escort who found me in the road. It’s rationed but there’s water. They left my biscuits in the dirt but there was a stew when I’d come to - and I feel better.</p><p>Boots is not young, but he is not old, and he mistakes me for a failed runaway. I don’t correct him. </p><p>When we are marched behind the wagon, I am roped together with everyone else, but the ties aren’t good, and the pace is slow.</p><p>We trail behind because where else would we go?</p><p>These are families, and I am not of them. They don’t care. We don’t talk. No one talks, not really. There are no raised voices but for the Burhwicks, who don’t care either - or can’t tell. </p><p>I am in the current.</p><p>I sign thanks to the fay of the land because I need a blessing, or need to feel blessed, and I choose to interpret having been so easily assimilated as a blessing.</p><p>I’m no longer Wirwen Osgard. No crown-traitor. I am - no one, given a gift of anonymity.</p><p> I see the old woman see my thanksgiving, and she cocks her head like a dog.</p><p>Ahead, the driver-in-the-habit yells “no, damn you, left!” and the wagon creaks into a small crater with a shuddering SNAP of the wheel. “Damn it, damn it -” damn, damn, damn the driver yells with the rhythm of the switch crack on the horses’ backs.</p><p>It turns out there is a wainwright among us and while he is made to work, we are the rest of us corralled into a sprawling circle and sit in the grass. We are commanded to silence.</p><p>But I could reach out and touch the observing old woman and I lean-in and ask, “Pardon (!), but where —” I look for Boots and lean closer — “where are we going?”</p><p>She snorts. And — I don’t know, forgetting my circumstance, I am offended.</p><p>But she sees these things and this makes her laugh.</p><p>“They’re marching us to the longboats waiting for us on the shore.” She looks me up and down, and scoffs. “Oh yes, you are leaving fine things behind, you are. How does it feel?”</p><p>I speechlessly think of my comb. She likes this.</p><p>But there is a thonk and she reels over a-sudden, her face bruising from the rock thrown at her. </p><p>“I said quiet!” says Boots.</p></blockquote><p><strong>Furbelow</strong> <br/>Written and produced by Michael Schofield<br/>Performed by Rae Witte<br/>Introduced by Jeremy Román<br/>Inspired by S. Kaiya J.’s game Her Odyssey<br/>Boots is Jeremy Román</p><p>"Siren Acapella Voices" by Orchestralis</p><p>Lady in Waiting is produced by the fyrd: Emelie Johansson, Hannah Radcliff, Ivan Duch, Lucas Duff, Patrik Deraković-Rakas, Jon, Kier Hodsgon, Charles Villard, Jeremy Román, Kari Sutcliffe, Nandi K., and Amz Deen. </p><p></p></html>
December 7, 2025
Lady in Waiting • A Flash Folk-Horror // Day Seven
<html><p><strong>Lady in Waiting </strong>is a flash folk-horror told through prayers. Each episode is just minutes long. This is an immersive audio drama. So, turn your volume up. A supplement to the audio drama <a href="https://thief.substack.com" target="_blank">The Thief</a>. </p><p>Listen on <a href="https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/lady-in-waiting-•-flash-folk-horror/id1859324550" target="_blank">Apple</a>, <a href="https://www.patreon.com/collection/1832895" target="_blank">Patreon </a>(totally free), <a href="https://open.spotify.com/show/7KJrADPpwKqMeLWJswEuRo?si=935c006ff46f4989" target="_blank">Spotify</a>, or <a href="https://thief.substack.com/" target="_blank">subscribe to the newsletter</a>.</p><p><strong>Previously</strong>, having fled the cyngdón days ago with stolen papers and now malnourished and exposed on the long road east, the lady-in-waiting is giving-up to magical thinking - and hallucination. </p><h3>Day Seven</h3><blockquote><p>Brona is tying a knot. I start to ask what-for but my tongue hurts to move; my mouth hurts to move. My own breath like plunging my chapped lips into salt. I focus on the wavering road and the wavering horizon.</p><p>Brona hears me anyway. "My mother showed me. It's a message."</p><p>What does it say?</p><p>I blink and see cloud-cover still. I shrug and still find myself wrapped in my blanket. Distantly, very distantly, it occurs to me I am still cold. Then why does the road move like that?</p><p>"It's dust," says Brona.</p><p>"Get off the road, my lady," she continues. I wince, though. My foot throbs from the threat of again getting wet. It prefers its dry ache. Instead, I limp. "My lady, the grass is dry - get off the road!"</p><p>Stop prodding, Brona, I hiss.</p><p>"My lady," she tries again. I turn on her.</p><p>Brona isn't there. </p><p>"Mm - miss?" Brona, your voice. "You there." No, no - this isn't you. I am - I am not well. "Hey!" I blink away what I think are tears. I am looking south, I think, away from the road. I --</p><p>But I am hit hard from behind and fall. Crumple, really. I almost lose my things but instead of risk them scattering and catching myself, I hug my things to me and land hard. </p><p>My forehead is on the roa d, like in prayer.</p><p>I turn my face to face the boots. Boots between me and the horizon. Through the window of these ankles I see maybe a hundred yards out a chattel of women and children at spear-point clambering to the road from the north.</p><p>There is chimney smoke, maybe, curling from that direction, and not grassland but farm.</p><p>I shift like larvae. </p><p>"Were you trying to run?"</p><p>Boots push me over. </p><p>"Ugh, look at you." He sucks his teeth. Through blur I see familiar colors on his tunic.</p><p>"This won't do," Boots de cides. I blink. I see the colors of Burhwick. A friend?</p><p>I am Gwéndhrwil's shadow. Take me home, please.</p><p>"Not anymore," Brona reminds me.</p><p>"What's that," asks Boots. He kneels. Other boots are joining him. He has a kind face, I think.</p><p>People are looking for me, and I am lost. You will be rewarded.</p><p>"He is not your friend," Brona says.</p><p>Boots squints. "I don't know what you're saying."</p><p>"I'm sorry," I started. "I - I won't run again."</p></blockquote><p><strong>Furbelow</strong> <br/>Written and produced by Michael Schofield<br/>Performed by Rae Witte<br/>Introduced by Jeremy Roman<br/>Inspired by S. Kaiya J.’s game Her Odyssey<br/>Brona is Emily Morse-Lee<br/>Boots is Jeremy Roman<br/>"Arabic Middle Eastern Female Vocals" by Orchestralis</p><p>Lady in Waiting is produced by the fyrd: our <strong>hoods</strong> (patreon) and <strong>thegns </strong>(susbtack): Amz Deen, Nandi K., Kari Sutcliffe, Patrik Deraković-Rakas, Ivan Duch, Lucas Duff, Jen, Kier Hodgson, Hannah Radcliff, Jeremy Román, Charles Villard.</p><p>You can join the fyrd and help me make this stuff on <a href="https://patreon.com/thethief." target="_blank">patreon.com/thethief.</a></p></html>
October 5, 2025
Lady in Waiting • A Flash Folk-Horror // Days Five and Six
<html><p><strong>Lady in Waiting </strong>is a flash folk-horror told through prayers. Each episode is just minutes long. This is an immersive audio drama. So, turn your volume up. A supplement to the audio drama <a href="https://thief.substack.com" target="_blank">The Thief</a>.</p><p><strong>Previously, </strong>having fled the cyngdón with stolen papers, the lady-in-waiting finds refuge in an abandoned change station on the high road. Her foot is injured, she is thirsty, she is so hungry she is eating straw - but Burhwick is just two days ahead.</p><p><strong>Day Five</strong></p><blockquote><p>Brona? I awakened thinking she was here. Her shadow crossing through the sliver of sunlight that late morning pushed into my room. </p><p>"My room." I am still in the changing station, sitting in straw. It's close to noon.</p><p>I didn't mean to sleep late, but it's hard without her - Brona. And here I now wonder how she rose without her own attendant.</p><p>Everything aches. Hair: smells; legs: stiff; my ... foot doesn't look good. I spit on the cut to clean it but - there's no spit.</p><p>The road looks very long today. I can't do this on my own.</p></blockquote><p><strong>Day Six</strong></p><blockquote><p>Dawn. Next day. Angry with myself for throwing away that time, but I slept. There's a lot of time to make up. I chewed off a strip of this horse blanket where it'd gotten threadbare and wrapped my feet.</p><p>Muslin biscuits. My papers. That letter. I must look like a witch in a dun shawl.</p><p>Well. Let it be.</p><p>Fay of the land, I write your name and utter it: dûnloenwær. See me.</p></blockquote><p><strong>Furbelow</strong> <br/>Written and produced by Michael Schofield<br/>Performed by Rae Witte<br/>Introduced by Jeremy Roman<br/>Inspired by S. Kaiya J.’s game Her Odyssey</p><p>Lady in Waiting is produced by the fyrd: our <strong>hoods</strong> (patreon) and <strong>thegns </strong>(susbtack) Mary Abercrombie, Kari Sutcliffe, Nandi K, Amzylee, Trei Brundrett, Andy McLellan, Eudico, Rebekah Monson, Andy Priestner, Mike Atchley, and Patrick Myers.</p><p>You can join the fyrd and help me make this stuff through Substack or Patreon.</p></html>
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