Audra Knelt On A Pillow Before The Altar In The Castle’S

Robin pulls her skirt down over her knees, tries to find somewhere to rest her sweaty palms. The head in the pew in front of her is bowed in silent prayer, not the loud, raucous worship of the rest of the congregation. The silence is what made her start watching in the first place. “Hey,” she leans down, her lips close to the other girl’s ear, “You forget about me yesterday?”

Patria is the eldest sister and the third and final one

“Of course dear, I love you, and forgive you for your mistake. I’m so happy to have you back.”

the family. Since she loves Ray and cares for him so much she is always supportive of

Perceval could still recall their faces vividly. And thinking of them had never stopped hurting. “My father was Yale, my mother Madlen, and my sister Deryn.”

Through the blue room, to the purple room, to the green room, to the orange room, to the white room, to the violet room I then ended my path in the black room. The same black room with the ebony clock and the blood stained glass. It was a beautiful room with the black tape rites and glow from the other tripods, it was a shame that not a single guest stood in the room as well. Though when the fearful are cooped up for so long it is to be expected. These were the thoughts running through my mind as I stood in the black room until I heard a mad shuffle of feet behind me. It was here that the prince who decided to storm towards me with a dagger raised high and posed to strike until I looked into his eyes. My gaunt face and sullen eyes peered into the very soul of the prince and after the moment had passed the dagger fell to the ground, along with the now dead Prince Prospero. Gasp rang through all seven rooms and fear was thick through the air but I paid no mind to it. My process had begun and it was time to take the rest. One by one the people dropped from the sick that they tried so hard to run from. The ebony clocked stopped its movement and the tripods blew out

Reading those lines brought tears of joy to Elizabeth’s heart. He was still there, and he still cared and wanted her to heal.

2. “This castle hath pleasant seat; the air... unto our gentle senses.” (I, vi, 1-3)

He took a sip of water to rid his torrid throat and began to speak. “Love I am sorry, about everything. You clean this house and make our dinners. You watch our son and most of all you support me any time I need it. You did not deserve the cruel things I said to you. I am truly sorry.” Mary Ann felt something ping at her heart, she almost wanted to forgive him but Henry did not stop there. “I know you must of have felt alone and scared when I pushed you away but you know how I am with work. The other officers will mock me for having a wild wife and-”

In the freezing chapel outside a medieval castle, a Beadsman is praying. Inside the castle, where the young and virginal Madeline was stuck at her family's party and await when she can go to sleep. She was so excited to go to bed because tonight is The Eve Of St. Agnes, and there's a legend that she will recieved a vision of her beloved if she follows a certain set of rules.

Kat’s heart fluttered. Private memories surfaced, reviving the heartache she’d fought so hard to forget.

Those words caused her to hesitate. He knew it was futile to stop her. If she tried to do anything but shoot him or herself, it would result in the death of both of them. The guards around them insured that. And he knew she wouldn’t shoot him.

Audra and Carlton bonded during that time, too, as parents and lovers. She had finally accepted that her love for Maxen would never fade, but she needed to learn to live with that, not wither away with the knowledge. She did her best to carry on, as Vaughan suggested. Still, tears streamed from her eyes late every night; Audra might be moving on, but she would never, ever forget.

I can still recall the day I stepped foot into Sunshine Chapel. The walls shimmered with a golden sheen; the floor was marbled and impeccable. The pristine desk, the neat little rows of plush chairs, the potted plants stationed at every corner… they all gave the chapel an air of quiet efficiency. However, I could not help but feel as if their only purpose was to distract from the room’s atmosphere. The emotions of those who had once trod upon the chapel’s grounds were still etched into the walls, and no amount of scrubbing could erase them.

Thank you for letting my go, for finally ending the pain you knew I had always felt when it came to loving you. I hope you were aware of how difficult it was for me to give you the type of love you so heavily demanded. I was only destroying myself, tearing my soul apart, piece by piece, just to put a smile on your face. Thank you for finally realizing that you have to work on yourself first. I am not and never was capable of doing that for you—no one else is. It was about time you'd decided to end the nights spent crying and the days spent fighting.