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❝ THE SURVIVOR'S LETTER ❞

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THE SURVIVOR'S LETTER ❞

❝ THE SURVIVOR'S LETTER ❞

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10 PM — DINAH'S BEDROOM, NORTH WING, RUCIA'S CASTLE

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10 PM — DINAH'S BEDROOM, NORTH WING, RUCIA'S CASTLE.

         

        The melancholy illumina of the night sky kept her at bay, as the trickling dew dripped down her windowsills. The day hath ended and all the ruckus of before soon distilled into the quaint quietness of the twilight hour, the chaos that had previously been ensued all together at the start of the previous week seemed to have made the woman quite reluctant to even call this occasion a royal selection. I mean, all that seemed to happen were mere fiascos. Oh, well, life was not always so easy, even for the ones on top.

Whilst Dinah gazed profoundly onto the dampened window, with the moonlight seeping through the cloudy mist that sprayed all over it, a knock on the door triggered her attention and drag it away from the stormy clamor. Her onyx optics drifting past the dark sheets and soon to the spruce wood door, her bare face prompted towards the large furniture. Gliding softly with her bare feet, the woman laced her delicate hands around the door's knob and finally parted it open for the affiliate to pass a letter into her hands. One of which seemed to be a sort of task.

" Thank you." As the noble lady gave her thanks, her eyes quickly paced onto the inked parchment, only to be fixated with a slight change in her elegant expression, " someone... I love? " it seems that Dinah looked quite a bit dumbfounded and was caught off guard by this statement, she found it odd that the royals themselves had requested upon this peculiar theme. But yet again, all things in life were unpredictable, even by great minds. Soon, she found herself being fitted back into the realm of reality outside of her bewildered state, hollered on by the maid outside her doorstep as she gave a sweet smile towards the selected in a daze.

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