"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...
AN: Disclaimer! The events that will partake isn't related into any real life situation. It's all my imagination :)
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"You may enter."
Dark blue hair strands swayed upon the movement. Flawless skin glimmered even within the dim lit room. Straight high nose exquisite settled in his face. Pink lips beamed as his ruby red eyes paralleled the treasures of a dragon ensconcing within its mighty cave. Almost shaped eyes curved in an arch. The figure was delicate, nevertheless he was towering and charming at a young age.
It was Rosamund's best friend named Alaric.
"Have you been well, Rosa?"
"It has been alright. I appreciate your concerns, Young Marquess Litcher."
Rosamund shifted her position, sauntered in the fine delicate luxurious sofa. She exuded confidence amidst the shoulders straight, hands clasped in a delicate way.
Amethyst eyes peered at the young child's endurance within Rosamund's stiff greeting.
'I forgot he was a child.' Hands spread its fingers comparable to a flower, positioned itself gesturing in front of the settee. 'Sit, you knucklehead.'
Alaric's ruby red eyes gaped in astoundment. Hands held his chest firmly whilst Alaric's frame stooped. Feet walked impeccably flawless, dignity worthy of a ruler. Back relaxed within the fleecy quality of the sofa.
Alaric's Hands clenched afterwards, settled facing his own lips.
Cough. Cough.
Rosamund's eyes gazed upon the individual who appeared to be throwing a fit. Her hands grasped the splendidly précised tea cup. Lips made contact with the substance, amethyst eyes were startled among the flavor.
"You've been practicing etiquette lessons, Alaric? It seems you've been getting better these days."
The teacup was placed previously where it was situated in the table. Alaric's eyebrows furrowed. He enveloped his arms amidst staring at Rosamund's shimmering amethyst eyes.
"I've been practicing so much lately but you were so focused with that chil-" Yet, Rosamund interrupted Alaric's remarks. "I Pardon however he is named Caius, Young Marquess."
The blue haired young sealed his lips. Circular maneuver of his ruby eyes made him appealing. Alaric raised his right arm, lifted the index finger to point at Rosamund.
"You even defended that child." Hands brushed his forehead. Alaric's mouth sighed in astonishment.
"Rosa, you don't know how much nauseous omen is radiating from that guy! The guy Who would marry you then murders you in the night while taking a rest!"
