The shine of a blade. One swift movement. A thud.
Eliza sat bolt upright in bed, gasping for air. Ever since that night, she had been unable to sleep. It haunted her mind, the lifeless eyes of her lover, the blood on her hands. She rubbed her hands on the sheets, muttering "get off... Get off...!". Sat in what had once been their bed, Eliza could hear the echoes of his voice. She closed her eyes, trying to return to her slumber but, alas, our fair maiden could not sleep. Her mind was reeling. The lifeless body. The fleeing assassin.
All alone in her darkened room, a soft sob escaped her lips. She drew her knees up to her chest and cried. Tears soaked into her nightgown.
"Why..? Why not kill us both...?" She sobbed, her shoulders shaking. There was no answer. She could faintly hear her parents downstairs, looking for a new candidate for Eliza. She wouldn't marry them. She couldn't.
Slipping out of bed, she stared at her reflection in the mirror. Behind her, a pale blue creature in the form of her beloved husband. She couldn't let it end like this...
