Ye canna be too bold wi' me, lass.
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lady-o-ren
I was writing a one shot today but the more I wrote the more I realized it didn’t make any sense 😑 But I kinda like the beginning of it. Kinda sorta. Enough to not want to trash it so here’s the shortest scrap of nonsense.
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The bride paced anxiously in her windowless chambers, trampling over the ripped and scattered remains of a once delicate veil.
She wore no wedding gown. Had fed it to the hearth fire where the gold silk threads and embroidered pearls ignited the stonewalls in a hellish glow.
Better to be burned to ash, she weeped, wishing she too could be consumed by the flames.
Her betrothed is the notorious nobleman The Comte St. Germain. A man of exquisite elegance and roguish charm that many girls could only dream of marrying. If only they knew of the darkness that dwelled in his breast.