Mabel Jenisse.
A simple librarian,
The most precious flower in all of the gardens. Humble, kind, naive and beautiful, she was of true rarity indeed.
Unaware of Mr. Novikov's watchful eyes, her presence stirred a silent longing in him he never knew...
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Recap
"You constantly insult me. You do not know what you say Mabel. You are my wife, my love. I cannot help how I am. Who I am. But I can try...try to change certain ways of mine...for you. To please you."
My heart was beating fast.
"Why Diomedes. I'm just a librarian. Why did you choose me?"
"You are mistaken Mabel. I did not choose you. I was gifted you."
I stared at him in confusion.
"Huh?"
"Come." He extended one his arms.
I stared at his arm and then him. Unsure of what to choose.
"Follow me Mabel. Pora tebe uznat' obo mne...tvoyem muzhe." [It's time for you to find out about me ... your husband]
I placed my hand in his, despite not knowing what he said.
Lord give me strength.
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He walked us out of the kitchen, making sure to hold my hands tightly in his. His legs were longer than mine so it became harder and harder for me to match his pace.
We walked through a different passage way this time and I began feeling confused.
Where was he going?
We kept walking through dark areas in the passage, until we stopped in front of this big brown wooden door. It was locked, because he had pulled out a key from one of his pockets. He placed it in the keyhole and turned carefully.
My body went rigid, the amount of fear that had been going through my veins right now was indescribable. The not so subtle thoughts that were going through my mind right now were causing me an unbearing headache. Not knowing what kind of monstrosities he could be hiding behind that door had sent my body in a frenzy.
He opened it slowly and I braced myself for a horrid sight. I expected to see some kind of chamber or dungeon room, as ridiculous as it sounds, but the scene that had been revealed to me...was none of what I expected it to be.
"A garden?"
He stepped on a path made out of stones and concrete and pulled me gently to him. I stared in awe at the many varieties of flowers, which found a way to look almost tenuous in the beautifully bright lit moon.
