The Tale Of Onora: The Boy And The Peddler Of Death - Plot & Excerpts
Her midnight-blue silk gown and platinum, waterfall braided hair drifted gracefully from the wake of her fast-paced walk through the hallways of her estate.Her emotions began to crack the chinks in her façade and overwhelm her ability to control them. Her breaths grew deep and frantic, yet even with her head held high and the tears streaming down her face, there was no denying her illustrious beauty. She ran up a staircase and then into her bedroom and locked the door behind her. How could it be that this day had finally come, that this bastard, this disgrace was still alive and how did he find them? Did he come to tear her family apart? Would he succeed? No, she couldn’t let that happen. She would kill him with her own hands before she would let that happen. She broke into a full-on sob. “What have I done?” she cried. “What have I done to deserve this?” She sat on her bed, rocking back and forth with her face buried in her palms.
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