I don't remember much of yesterday. Only hands holding onto mine.
Everything's a blur.
I want to explore. I tiptoe down the endless corridors.
Empty rooms and sheet covered furniture.
Doors creak and groan as I open them.
A library. Books covering every wall.
Light falls through a window.
I wonder through the room.
One books is left out. Sitting on a table. Alone.
I pick it up.
A photo floats to the floor.
A women and a man.
In her arms. Nestled is a baby.
Silence.
Suddenly. Doors open. With such force.
I look.
The Count.
"I told you to stay in your room. Not to venture into the west wing. What are you holding"
Anger is written on his face.
He rips the photo from my hands.
His eyes widen and looks to me.
Taking my hand. He pulls me from the room.
"Don't go poking your nose into stuff that isn't yours.
And with that. He turns and leaves me in that cold hall.
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Winter Song •「冬の歌」• CPN
Historical FictionCarefree isn't a word that describes Fuyu's Life. Bearing the burden of causing her mother's death during childbirth is heavy. When life can't seem to get worse she is suddenly whisked away into an arranged marriage with a mysterious half Japanese...
