"Here's a little reminder, Wife. You are going to perish."
Rosamund, the Daughter of the Duke, the Young Lady was fairest of all the nobles. Who knew in her lifetime, MisFortunate events were bound by her red string. As the circumstances were growi...
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Rosamund holds back her breath. Who knows, this might be a mighty, mystical beast lurking using magic to lure her mind. With his unpigmented, silver fur comparable to a wolf.
"She's not here. . . ." The person sounds regretful. His feet halt among the fluffy ground.
Whilst laying on the ground. Rosamund's hearing was functioning clearly. Wind whispers in her ears. Cold breeze ruffles through the leaves. Gushing water from the streams fills the harmonious music.
'Is this heaven?'
Rosamund unfolded her eyes gradually. Her Amethyst eyes have been greeted with exquisite diamonds descending from the sky. Trees that have been glamorously decorated with crystals radiating from the sunlight. Though her eyesight may have been hazy, she could see a person's back from afar.
'Caius? Is my mind deceiving me again?'
Midst of the soothing surrounding snowy forest. Rosamund could hear whimpers echoing. Black hair of the frame flowed from the frigid gush of the forest. The short structure of the frame made it clear that he was a child. He lowered his head, as glistening tears gliding from the little boy's alluring face. Hands gripped the hold. He was in despair about something.
Rosamund furrowed her eyebrows. She pondered on why this little boy is sorrowful.
Rosamund attempts to lift her hand to comfort the little boy. The whimpering boy was too far out of her reach. Doing this made the unbearable freezing snow enter her thin garment. Rosamund shivers from the polar sensation.
'I don't want to gaze upon little Caius shedding tears.'
Rosamund might've loathed Caius after the betrayal, yet she can't disregard a child. Moreover, a child that gave young Rosamund a bit of a sense of warmth. Rosamund decided to shut her eyes, she felt secure in her own world.
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The little boy on the other hand glanced at the ruffled sound behind his petite body. Nonetheless, he just saw an emerald-like bush gushing through the windy & diamond snow atmosphere.
The little boy shudders at the thought of wolves lurking around the mystical forest. A monster who may or may not have murdered Lady Rosamund whilst searching for her.
His tiny feet scurried away from the glimmering snowy forest. Wind of the cold forest flowed against the little boy's coal like ink hair. The little boy's emerald eyes looked frantic with uneasiness in the midst of pondering the possible threatening situations for Lady Rosamund.
'I'm really sorry.'
The little boy's feet halt. His eyes gaze fixed with the man in front of him.
