Literature
Black Rose Archives: Chapter 4
When someone is mask, how will you ever see through them?
The steps seemed so daunting. If I step down, she will know I am coming. She’ll know what I’m for. But… I can’t sleep. Not on this. The maid’s foot wavered as it moved forward, gravity pulling her back even if her reach is determined. She gripped the railing, just to be sure she didn’t lose her chance to choose. She couldn’t allow herself to be reckless. If she were talk to Elizabeth, she would need to do so with a ready head. Elizabeth may as well have been the queen of conversation. She would see right through me if I rushed this…
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