"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: I'm not really sure if the French I've used in this chapter or story is accurate. I've only used Google Translate, if the use of words are wrong. Please Ignore it, Thanks! :)
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Rosamund's eyes stared at the door frame whilst thoughts contemplated about her future. Hands gripped the frilly dress in the midst of Rosamund's shoulder stiffened.
Was it possible to avoid her doom? Will she become a laughing stock again?
Rosamund wandered in front of the light brown shelf. Books ranged from pink, & blue pastel pigments to disintegrating brown covers. She lowered her head to perceive the intriguing ancient objects. Oak tree aroma roamed within Rosamund's surroundings from the forgotten books.
In the midst of prying it, a unique book caught a glimpse of her attention.
A small but prominent ruby red gemstone shimmering within it. Hands reached out to the book as curiosity pervaded Rosamund's attention. She grasped it firmly, while gazing upon its distinctive appearance.
A brown antique cover containing quality that hasn't been ragged. Hands caressed the object, feeling smoothly polished yet durable leather.
A rose scrupulously engraved from the scintillating grazing the petals until the stem comparable to a green garnet. Nevertheless, writing of another language was carved at the bottom of the book.
Les roses foncées fleurissent
Rosamund furrowed her eyebrows. Amethyst eyes motionlessly gazed within the peculiar text. Noticing the ominous energy lurking in it, doubts about the book's existence made it more bizarre.
'Why was this allowed in my room?'
Hands unfurled the unusual cover. Rosamund glanced at an old yellowed & tattered leaf of this mysterious book. The first page was filled with an illustration of mana held by the silhouette of a powerful human or a being. Yet it wasn't pigmented with bright colors such as red, yellow, nor blue, just ink black. A face dictated in just darkness, concealed the person's identity.
However, at the bottom of the first page was a text dictated unusually.
