☾☼ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 ☾☼

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TALES OF THE DAMNED ☾☼

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽ Des Yeux Qui Suivent ☾₊‧⁺˖⋆


It's been two days since Adelard last came and three weeks since her 'little' attempt

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It's been two days since Adelard last came and three weeks since her 'little' attempt.

The room felt even more cold,with her meals pushed into her room and the door locked once more. She knew it wasn't Adelard himself because he would always come inside and sit across her,watching her eat. The hand that pushed the cart in was also much smaller than his,letting her know it truly wasn't him.

The memory of Adelard feels...bittersweet.

A creature unknown to humanity,yet so sophisticated and gentle despite her rebellious nature towards his every kindness-she could not help but grow fond of him deep down.

But the larger part of her grew to resent him for trapping her within these walls,away from the life and people she once knew.

The books he left for her weren't much. How much was she even going to read? Most of them were in French anyways,a language she knew none about.

'Where has he gone?'

The question in her mind was met by a light tapping on the french windows.

She opened her eyes,turning her head towards the sound,expecting a bird only to sit up in surprise.

Why...why is there a man there?!

He's tapping on her window with his palm while peeking in from below,trying to catch her attention and pointing at the lock.

She looked at him in bewilderment before slowly inching towards the man,wondering how he even managed to get there and how Adelard hadn't known of it yet.

She opened the lock,letting him open the windows to see the man smile all the while balancing himself on a ladder.

"You...who are you? What are you doing here?"

"I've come to help you! You...I had seen you here before and I could not help it,I had to."

The man pointed down to a few other men,all holding pitchforks and one even a revolver. "They have come to assist me,let us help you back to where you came from."

This.....felt so strange.

An unknown man with allies trying to help an unknown woman down from the high floor of a manor,it sounded eerily like a fairytale.

But this wasn't one,this wasn't a fairytale where a man comes to help his beloved princess out of the claws of a dragon.

It was far too suspicious.

"I....-?!" She didn't even have the time to respond as the man grabbed her hand in his grasp,pulling her out.

"Come,we don't have much time!"

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