¸¸.·´¯`·.¸·..>>--»"I am yet to grow wings..."
۩ℳedley the Holy Apostle of ℳaestoso۩
"...I am an angel that cannot fly..."
The first thing Medley noticed when she awoke was the room she was in as her swimming vision adjusted. It wasn't her usual room; it was plain, and the door had a barred window. Her plans to see the prince had been foiled after all, and now, she was being punished for it. But even then, she had never been locked in a room before, at least not one like this. This room had not even a bed, only straw and a candle holder, which was empty of any candles, the only light coming into the room being filtered through a stained glass window, casting an odd coloured light. Frightened, and clutching her treasures which she had bought in Forte, she pressed a hand to her aching forehead, a lump rising to her throat as pain swept over her. What frightened her even more though, was the sight of her bruised body, from being dragged. Quivering, she huddled in the darkness, anxiously waiting to be let out. They'd have to let her out eventually, right?
Out Of Crosses:
"...but I know that I come from the world up so high."
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