"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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'Well, this is awkward.'
Cobblestone path rumbled as a result of the rotation of the four wheels, carrying an intricate, Lilliputian house. Gold embellished the frame of the compact carriage, from the door to the core of the rotating disks. The top had fastidious designed rocks, circulating around the roof. It was made from the finest metal and sprinkles of jewelry, to display the grandiose wealth of the Arthfaels. The figure, symbol & design of the rulers of the Dukedom had imprinted on the side of the maneuvering device.
Inside the superior quality of the curtains, hidden two individuals in tranquility. The blonde haired child slowly moved the curtains to gaze upon the scenery.
Houses enfolded with warmth shown throughout the streets. Metal lamp lights chiseled in the finest decoration, gave the avenue a sense of grandiosity. Cloths, coats engulfed the inhabitants as the glacial cold existed among the Dukedom. Noises of townspeople reverberated around, as the carriage was near to merchants. The land was thriving, an indication domain had a great ruler.
'Everything is still identical.' Rosamund was trying to escape from the past, yet, it wasn't as easy as she thought. 'Here I was acting strong when Alaric and I met.'
Rosamund left a breath she was holding. The Duke had detected, thus staring into the young child dressed adorably.
'I guess the situation hasn't sunk in yet.' Rosamund furrowed her eyebrows, as the worst scenarios engulfed her mind. The young lady knew her goal was to achieve peace, yet, she felt as if the world had been condemning the blonde haired child's wishes. From the past, even in the future, to the position of unfathomable despair.
"Do you feel alright?" The Duke asked the frame adjacent to him, due to the leisurely pale complexion the child was receiving. Rosamund flinched to the voice of the man, the young had grasped it as she was losing grip on reality.
Nodding her head, Rosamund loosen the hold to the curtains. Rotating her head to face the Duke, Rosamund saw the Duke furrowing his eyebrows. The blonde haired man extended his arm to caress the silky, long, and golden strands of the child.
"If you aren't fine, we can take a halt on one of the towns" Rosamund stared at the man who proposed an idea. The young heir was intrigued, yet, the blonde also knew she shouldn't be the cause of the delayed journey.
"I'll rest when we reach the expected town at night."
"Alright."
Rosamund saw the book settled beside her, hands grasping the work. Eyes gazed upon the title, containing gold leaf embellished on the front page. Rosamund felt attracted to the volume, nevertheless, she remembered it was the same book her young child self was captivated by the pulchritudinous design. Rosamund was three years old when she clung into this very same book.
