When she heard her father say this, she didn't know how to react to the news. She tried explaining to him that she was in love with someone else and would want to get married to him instead but her father refused to change his mind. It seemed like he had already thought through his decision before he told her the news. Emily had no other choice but to accept it due to the love and respect that she had for him but right now, she wished that she had done otherwise. She sighed and took off all of her clothes before walking into her bathroom. Her bath had already been prepared just as she had ordered.She sat on the edge of the bathtub and dipped her feet into the hot steaming water. Taking a deep breadth, she put the other leg in before submerging herself into the water. She was in for what seemed like forever and the little time that she was in there, she felt like the whole world didn't exist anymore. She had found piece.Unfortunately, the piece was not to last long as she still had
"You really believe this to be a witches work?" Edward asked before chuckling. "You do know that those creatures are nothing but myths, right?""I have had experiences with some of them, Your Grace," Mr. Brown replied, his face not showing any hint of emotion. "They are very real, Your Grace. And I am sure that this must be one of their works." Edward looked at Mr. Brown keenly for some seconds before sighing. He was sure that Mr. Brown was not lying as he was not one who joked around with those sorts of things. But he could not just wrap his head around the fact that a dead man had just been resurrected in front of him. He turned and stared at Harold's body, still laying on the back of the horse. The head was twisted and he had his head sticking out of his mouth like a goat that had been slaughtered. The sigh was really unsettling and troubling."You really believe that a witch did this," Edward asked, pointing at the dead body. Mr. Brown looked at the body before returning his att
"He is not here?" Emily asked as she searched around the whole place with her eyes. He truly wasn't here. "But I heard voices before I entered and I can swear that I heard His Grace's voice too.""But His Grace is not here, Your Grace," Mr. Brown said, looking around as if searching for His Grace too. Emily could not know if Mr. Brown was lying due to the emotionless expression that he had on his face.With a sigh, she turned to the stable door and said, "if he does come back from wherever he went to, please do not hesitate to let me know.""I will not, Your Grace," Mr. Brown answered as he bowed slightly. With pain in her heart, Emily turned and walked out of the stable, closing the door shut behind her. *******Edward laid beside the horse the whole time Emily and Mr. Brown were conversing. The whole place reeked of horse dung and Edward cussed at himself for leaving his hat behind.He was still laying there when he noticed something. There were blood trails around him and it was
Edward stayed at James house till the sun went down. He was not ready to go back home for two reasons. One was the dead body of Harold that was at his place and the other was his new wife, Her Grace Emily.He and James discussed about the undead buy Edward made sure that their discussion never entered into any topic that was related to Emily. He was trying his best not to think about her."How is your new wife?" James asked as he swallowed the contents of his gin bottle. He belched out loud and chuckled before saying, "excuse me.""You're drunk," Edward said as he dropped his shot glass on the table beside him. "You need to get upstairs and lay down to rest.""I am... I am not going anywhere," James said, his speech slurred. "I will... I will not leave... until you tell... me about your new wife.""There is nothing to talk about," Edward replied as he grabbed the gin bottle beside him and poured a shot into his shot glass. He dropped the bottle back on the table and said, "I do not wa
Edward woke up with a start after having a bad dream. After he woke, he found it hard for him to go to sleep again. Sleep had left his eyes.He groaned as he sat up on his bed and lit the candle by his bedside. He looked at his study table and saw the bucket of cigars that were sitting at the top. He wanted so much to smoke.He then remembered that he had taken one cigar with him when he wanted to go out. He came down from his bed and slowly walked to where he had hung his coat.As he walked, he heard a small crack underneath his feet. He raised his feet up and saw the wrapper and scattered tobacco on his rug. The servants had not cleaned the room.He sighed and picked his coat on the chair where he had hung it before digging his hands into the pockets and bringing out the cigar that he had taken. It was all smooshed and the remains of the tobacco had been scattered in his pockets. Maybe this was a sign for him not to smoke.He grumbled and dropped his coat back on the chair before wa
Edward picked the little knife and stared at the carvings that were engraved on it. It really was his houses insignia."Where did you find this?" Edward asked, a frown on his face as he studied the knife in his hands. "It was found in the box stall where Richards body was laid before being thrown into the river, Your Grace," Mr. Brown replied and Edwards frown deepened, causing the scar on his face to give him a funny rather than scary look."Richards body was thrown into the river?" he asked and Mr Brown nodded. "How did you find it?""I searched for a quick way that the killer must have disposed of the body and I knew that the only place that the killer must have found safe enough, was one that was near the stable so that he would not stress themselves carrying the body for long and one that would take a long time to find the body," Mr Brown explained and Edward could not help but be shocked."The brimstone river," he mumbled and Mr Brown nodded. "But if this knife was used to kill
Emily fell asleep curled up on the floor beside her bed. She had cried all night and had decided to finally fall asleep after her body seemed to produce no more tears from her eyes.Suddenly, she heard a loud noise that shook her from her sleep. She woke up with a start and quickly stood up from the curled position she was sitting in."What was that?" she shouted as she began looking around the room for what had caused the explosion. Her eyes landed ok her window where a large amount of smoke was seeping into the room.With loud heaving and coughing, she rushed towards the window and closed it shut before pulling the drapes. The whole thing was an irony to her. She wanted the drapes opened but she now she had to close them herself.She looked around for what she could use to blow away the smoke that was now clouding the room. Her eyes stung as sooth entered her eyes and she sneezed and coughed uncontrollably as the smoke filled her lungs."Where is that fire coming from?" she mumbled
Emily stared at the burning fire with sadness written all over her face. She still could not believe that her husband had abandoned her and stayed inside when he knew that she was hurt.Or did he know?"Does His Grace know about..." she paused and stared at her soot covered arms. "Does His Grace know about what happened to me?" she asked, raising her head to Williams. "Did he know I fainted?""He did know," Williams responded with a small sigh. "He just is busy at the moment.""Busy enough to not check up on me, his wife, even when he knows that I passed out?" Emily shouted before hurting her head in her arms and sobbing quietly."You can't blame His Grace, Your Grace," Williams said as he rested his hands on her shaking shoulders. "His Grace has a lot of things in mind that is disturbing him at the moment. He.... he really is not too concentrated.""Excuses, Your Grace," Emily said, her head still buried in her arms. "All are just excuses upon excuses that do not change anything abou