"I believe my destiny is... you," Eloise breathed out, making her heart pound against her ribcage and Maria's eyes widen with childlike excitement. "You, Maria Sharpe, are what I want. You are like a forbidden fruit. Not to be touched, not to be loo...
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𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒
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"𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇𝒊𝒔𝒉."
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✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*
𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐒 𝐈𝐅 𝐀𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐓 and leave her dead and bloody on her bedroom floor, Eloise rushed about, throwing the last of Lady Whistledown's newsletters onto her bed with a sound of frustration.
While she was absolutely terrified that the Queen had a fate worse than death waiting for her, Eloise couldn't help but worry about Maria as well. Surely they had gone to that printing shop and questioned her thoroughly, and with her brother's illness on her hands as well, she just wanted to make sure the girl was quite alright.
Though, right now, she was out of ideas, which was rare for her, quite rare, and she fell backwards onto the pile of paper on her bed, putting her face into her hands.
With her eyes now covered, she did not see Penelope Featherington skip into the room, feeling quite pleasant. Her eyes widened at the sight of so many Lady Whistledown letters and she was quite impressed if anything.
