The Beauty Within (UNDER CONSTRUCTION)
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~"You all are here to get away from reality?" He asked, a few 'yes's' echoed, "Well, don't look at us for it, look at the music to escape." He smiled, leading right into a new song on their set. She smiled back at him, then remembering her anger towards him, she refused to acknowledge how good his songs actually were. Glancing at her father's pocket watch, she noticed that she had to leave, as dawn would be approaching soon, and she needed to be home, in her warm bed, before the maids were up and about.
As she was walking out, she didn't hear the music stop, and, still carrying her flowers, she was about to walk out the door when a hand grabbed her wrist, spun her around, and stared at her, "Not leaving without saying goodbye?" He asked, she, still in shock of how quickly he had caught up to her, just nodded. "So sorry for earlier, I also hadn't introduced myself properly before I had accused you so wrongly. I am Lord Lucius Smythe, and you my fair Lady?" "Aislin," She murmured. "Now, if you'll excuse me sir," She wrenched her arm free and walked swiftly out the door, fisting her skirts as she went, as since she had been inside, the gale had increased significantly.
As she walked back the 4 miles to her estate, Lucius stood, enthralled by the fire he saw in the girl, Aislin. He knew that he would have to get her to like him, if he wanted to be able to save her life.~
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