"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 inadvertently remarked on her thoughts. Hands contacted her lips, as the Young Lady's eyes peered upon the Duke who muddled at what the blonde haired child meant. However, the carriage remained in tranquility. The darkness engulfed the carriages, the lamps swayed upon the maneuvers, giving light to the dusk forest.
Emerald like mounds rolled upon the trees engulfed in lush leaves. Glistening water coursed through the gigantic rocks beside the carriages. Green, prickly vines descended below the Trees, as if the oaks had been settled for millions of years. Cobblestone pathways cackled due to the contacted surface of the wheels. Rosamund's frame jolted as a result of the trembling movement of the carriage.
"We are nearing Silverwood. Everyone kindly prepare." The coachman's voice was heard amongst the area.
Rosamund gazed upon the windows, whilst houses leisurely appeared before her glimmering amethyst eyes. As people ambled on the sidewalk, a particular girl caught the Young Lady's attention. Hands gripped her dress to conceal Rosamund's agony.
Brunette strands flowed upon the frigid gush of the wind. A cute, miniscule brown dress clung into her frame, as pearls embellished the lady's porcelain neck. The illumination of the lamps made the young girl's face glistened, Hazel eyes gazed upon the streets. Pink, plump lips and flawless nose settled upon her petite face. The frame was dainty and charming, as if she had the ability to have people beside her to be enticed.
Rosamund knew who the lady who halted in the street was. Rosamund, the Former Duchess of Adalberth had a wrath on. The lady who had caused her suffering with her schemes, marriage and the Blonde's whole existence. The reason why Rosamund's life had ended with brutality was due to Caius's displeasure.
"Adreana, one of the rats who ruined everything." Rosamund muttered in her breath, making sure no one heard what the blonde meant.
The carriage resumed with the movement, Rosamund could only think to not waste their precious time on mindless things. Left a breath the young bore, unfurrowing the blonde haired child's eyebrows. The blonde haired child attempted to remove the intense hatred to erupt.
Rosamund hadn't noticed the carriage had taken a halt. The door had been leisurely open, which brought the Young Lady back to reality. The Duke went out of the machinery and halted outside, waiting for Rosamund. Leaving the carriage, the blonde haired child's amethyst eyes saw the hand of the Duke reaching out to assist. Taking the help, Rosamund went down the tall carriage at ease.
