From all the celestial families' descendants that reside within Mariejois, there is only a single family who does not follow one tradition within the Holy Land.
The tradition to kill 'those' lowly creatures whenever they would cross a pat...
Rousing herself from the dark mahogany green canopy covered bed, Helen felt the quality and comfort of her sleep from last night. Still bleary and a bit sleepy, she stretched her arms as her violet silk and black lace nightgown rode up almost to her hips with the gradual pull of her shoulders and upper torso.
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Looking at her antique clock in order to be informed of the time she rose up, it was almost quarter to seven in the morning. Now turning to her bedroom window, it was only when she noticed that it was swung open. Her dark mahogany green colored window curtains swayed with every blow of the morning wind passing by at few intervals.
Did I dreamt that last night? She thought to herself.
Remembering the previous night, just before she surrendered to sleep after finishing her nightly earl grey tea and routine, a gloved phantom-like hand softly touched her face and glided across her cheek as if the slightest touch would wake her up.
The beige haired princess wanted to remember every detail she could recall and yet her mind would not agree with her since she was too sleepy and drained from last night's event.
Shaking her head and waking herself up from her own morning trance, she let her legs dangle before meeting the ground as she bade time in order for her blood to properly circulate throughout her body. Once a few minutes passed, she finally stood from her bed and made a beeline for the opened window.
From her body's motion, she hears an object falling down unto the floor which made a thump sound.
Glancing down to the floor, she finds herself a violet colored velvet box while reaching out for it.
This seems unusual. The eighteen year old princess thought as she did a once over unto the object while holding and rotating it in a three hundred and sixty degrees.
It was not here last night before I turned in.
Piqued by her own curiosity, she sat on her bedside once more. Gently opening the box, she sees a cursive note on a small rectangular lavender scented paper.
Helen. It says as a faint smell of lavender wafted from the box.
Was this a birthday gift I missed out not knowing who gave it to me last night?
Taking the note away, it was only then she noticed that the paper was tied by a removable string behind the necklace which cushioned her gift. Seeing the jewelry and taking it as her birthday gift, she removed the item from its cushion while trying to observe it.
"A semi angel-winged heart necklace, huh?" She inquired to herself.
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