her last memory | one shot

her last memory || 1/1

On that bitterly cold and wind-whipped day, she slipped away from this world, her ethereal beauty harmonizing with the wintry landscape. Her porcelain skin, so pale and delicate, mirrored the snow-kissed scenery. Like a fragile doll, she exuded an enchanting perfection that captivated me entirely.

Whispers in the past accused me of clinging too tightly to her memory, never allowing a word to escape the lips of others without my swift interruption. And perhaps they were right. In my unwavering devotion, I became a fortress, guarding every precious fragment of her existence, unintentionally shutting out the world beyond.

But,
On that fateful day, three men barged into her life, disrupting the delicate bond we had carefully nurtured. I fought desperately to shield her from their presence, but my efforts proved futile.

The first man, with his white silvery hair and deep blue eyes, possessed an air of haunting charm. His ethereal appearance unnerved me, as he seemed to effortlessly draw her attention away from our shared moments.

Yet, it was the second man who stood out among them. With his ebony hair and irresistible tan skin, he exuded a captivating allure that left me feeling unsettled. His constant presence seemed to create a divide between her and me, slowly eroding the foundation of our friendship.

The third man, with his blonde hair and piercingly bright blue eyes, exuded a radiant energy that demanded attention. His magnetic personality and constant attempts to separate her from me only fueled my frustration.

All three of them, I loathed with a passion that consumed me, for they had become obstacles in our once unbreakable bond. Unbeknownst to me, my own heart silently yearned for the second man, even as I remained oblivious to the true nature of my feelings.

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She was more than just a person to me; she was my everything, the very embodiment of love. While those three men vied for her attention, their presence held no sway over her heart. Despite her status as the duke's daughter, it was I, a mere marquis' daughter, who held the power to captivate her heart and mind.

In a society where she stood at the center, adorned with privilege and prestige, she found solace in our connection. Her efforts to push those men away were a testament to the depth of our bond. Amidst the sea of admirers and suitors, it was my presence alone that truly resonated with her.

The contrast between our backgrounds, with me being from a lesser lineage, served only to amplify the strength of our connection. It was a love that transcended social barriers, defying the expectations of our roles in society.

In her eyes, I was more than a marquis' daughter; I was her confidante, her kindred spirit, and the one who held her heart. Our love was a sanctuary, shielded from the noise and clamor of the outside world.

As months passed, their relentless pursuit to win her heart continued, but I steadfastly shielded her from their advances. However, our fragile world was shattered by an unfathomable tragedy that befell her.

The horses, once calm and obedient, were suddenly consumed by a frenzied madness. They careened uncontrollably towards the edge of a perilous cliff, driven by an unseen force. Hours of desperate searching ensued until her battered and broken form was discovered, miraculously clinging to life amidst the wreckage.

In the wake of this calamity, a shocking revelation emerged. The driver, whom the duke had trusted implicitly, was revealed to be an assassin, willing to sacrifice their own life to execute a sinister plot against the duke's daughter. The weight of betrayal bore heavily upon us, and blame permeated the air, directed at the knights of the family who were tasked with her protection.