Just a Servant |{ Wilbur Soot x Female Oc}| Royalty Au

Epilogue Au's |{5}|

Made myself cry with this one, have fun <3 Also, it kinda gives you an alternate ending to the actual story.

Aster opened her eyes to find herself in the moor again. This was the fifth time this week she had woken up laying on the soft ground, surrounded by a patch of the flowers she was named for. Just like the last four times, she was dressed in a beautiful white chiffon fabric dress, her raven hair down and held in place by a delicate Prussian-style tiara.

Picking herself up she smoothed her skirts with a sigh. She looked up and observed the familiar surroundings around her. Around her spread a wide moor, she knew that as soon as she started moving, the wind would pick up. Directly in front of her rose the ruins of a beautiful castle. She had never actually been inside before, she had always woken up before she could get inside. However, whenever she approached the castle, she would hear a phantom melody that lilted through the air. It wasn't a happy melody either, instead, it was sad and mournful. She wanted so badly to know who was playing the phantom tune on a piano.

"Please let me see who it is." She murmured before taking her first step through the flowers around her. The wind immediately picked up and yet she kept going, retracing her steps yet again.

Reaching the palace steps she lifted the front of her skirts enough that she wouldn't trip and ascended the stairs, directly up to the large, rotting oak doors with beautiful engravings still visible in the old wood. This is normally where she'd wake up, as soon as she touched the handle everything would go black and she'd wake up to her alarm.

The music had started up again, the haunting melody able to be heard even over the wind still whipping around her. She bit her lip and tentatively reached her hands forward, placing them gently on the worn brass handles. She paused, waiting for the darkness but it never came.

A small smile on her face from her success, she pulled the doors open, a gust of wind greeting her as the ancient doors creaked open. She was met with a grand foyer that was half caved in. She slowly took the first few steps into the foyer, waiting for darkness.

She stopped below the open sky where the roof had crumbled and stared up at the sky, listening to the mournful piano. Inhaling deeply she turned her attention to her surroundings and set off briskly down a hallway where the music seemed to be coming from.

Aster increased her pace, eager to find the source of the music. Soon she was running through the halls, following the music as it got louder. She stopped, catching her breath and pausing to listen to the music that seemed to be coming from just around the corner.

She took careful steps around the corner, her hazel eyes were met with the sight of a vast room, fully intact with an old, worn piano in the center of the room. And sat at the piano was a young man with curly chocolate hair that drooped in front of his mournful brown eyes. He wore a loose white silk tunic and dark trousers. He played with such emotion and longing that Aster could feel the tears welling up in pools, threatening to fall.

As she took slow steps towards the man the music got louder until it was the only sound in the room. Aster felt as though she should know this man, or at least in another life. Upon reaching the piano she rested a hand on the dusty surface.

As she looked up she saw phantom images appear on the other side of the piano. The man playing the piano is there and he opens his arms, a wide smile on his lips as a woman that looks suspiciously like herself runs up to him and he picks her up, spinning around. The image fades, only to be replaced by the same two people, slightly older and with a young boy between the two of them. All three were smiling and laughing.

The next image came with the man proposing to the woman. She accepts and the image fades again, now replaced by the woman wearing the same outfit that Aster wears now. The woman is stood behind a door that leads to a hall full of people. The man is waiting at the end, smiling anxiously.

The woman turns, hearing something behind her. The image fades and is replaced by the woman laying dead on the cold stone floor, blood pooling scarlet against her white dress. A maid opens the door and her mouth opens in a silent scream. The last image Aster gets is the man's broken expression as he stares at the crumpled form of his fiancé.

Everything goes dark and Aster sits up in her bed, tears streaming down her face as she buries her head in her hands.

"Who are you...?" She whispers desperately to nobody.