This Changes Everything {Book 1-S1}

La dame blanche {S1-Epi 9-Pt 2}

{^French-The White Lady} Turdas, First Seed 20th 1760

{Thrusday, March 20th 1760}

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A tall and slender young woman, possessing a pale complexion adorned with subtle freckles, danced gracefully over the powdery snow. However, a disturbing sight unfolded as scarlet droplets, unmistakably blood, began to trickle from her left upper arm and stain her attire. The blood dispersed, creating an eerie spectacle.

Despite the unsettling scene, the young woman couldn't suppress her wide smile as she exclaimed, "Henri, il ne faut pas !" She gripped the sides of her dress, her expression a mix of delight and distress.

{French ^ "Henri, we mustn't!"}

With her brown eyes and curly, dark-brown hair, she exuded an aura reminiscent of Snow White. The enchanting woman chuckled, her face adorned with snowflakes gently falling upon it. "Nous devons repartir tout de suite," she uttered with a sense of urgency.

{French ^ "We have to head back at once."}

She wore a resplendent gown adorned with a jeweled neckline, which delicately revealed glimpses of the traditional dress beneath. The dress gracefully cascaded from top to bottom, its flowing corset concealing her midsection. A black cloth belt, positioned high on her waist, added a touch of contrast, breaking the continuity of the dress and cinching it elegantly.

The dress parted to the right, revealing the underlying layers just below the fabric belt. The top layer reached the ground at the front, while the back trailed behind her for a short distance before culminating in a small oval shape. Long and wide bands of the same fabric and color that outlined the bottom of the dress separated her extended and voluminous arms just above the elbows.

"Quelqu'un a choisi de me rattraper, ce qui m'a fait me gratter le bras !" she hissed, her voice filled with irritation, as her attention was drawn to an abandoned cabin up ahead. From the outside, the cabin exuded an inviting, tranquil ambiance. Its construction predominantly consisted of soft wooden planks and marble stones, evoking a pleasant and hospitable atmosphere.

{French ^ "Someone chose to grab me back, causing me to scrape my arm!"}

A row of Bluebell flowers had been meticulously planted approximately five feet from the cabin door. Curiously, they remained untouched by the snow, standing as the sole exception amidst the wintry landscape.

Finding it peculiar, she pressed forward, determined to uncover the mystery. As she approached, her ears became inundated with intriguing whispers, rendering her oblivious to her surroundings and any potential interactions.

Unbeknownst to Henri, a periwinkle film swiftly coated the woman's irises. "Ce qui étrangement ne fait plus mal," she whispered quietly to herself, acknowledging the curious absence of pain.

{French  ^ "Which strangely no longer hurts."}

A tall and slender man with dark eyes, long, dark brown hair, and fair white skin sprinted after her, desperately pursuing the captivating woman. "J'ai fait amende honorable!" he called out, his voice filled with remorse, as he closed in on the woman who ran ahead. His eyes widened with fear, his once-cheerful countenance now overshadowed by deepening darkness.