It was a bright morning. The moon was full and high, where it always hanged, looking down on our lives like a god seeking entertainment (sending the occasional smile or disapproving frown), and the sun's rays were retreating behind the edge of our world, down beneath the city of Ravenheart. Oh, how I dream't of it in my future! The city and all its monochrome glamour, and me in it, with my frilly fashions and fur coat. It was a pretty picture. It was a picture I would be proud of if put onto canvas and preserved. Ravenheart is hurt, here and there, but even more so emotionally.
I saw them! I actually saw them! Although, I wish I could have met the couple in person and introduced myself formally. I would make sure to leave an impression. Would have. They are so brave. I saw them once thereafter, Prince du Bouvier and his Jamie, and I could feel, by the very essence in the air, their love. It made me happy, somehow. My city was in good hands.
It's so cold now.
My home, my father's mansion, has been partially crumbled to the ground in the explosion. I don't remember it all too well and can only hope and pray, if there is any god out there to hear my cries, that he and my brother are well off, safe, and unharmed.
Then the thought, travels across my mind, of whether they are searching for me. If they miss me. Maybe they found me, I can't remember rising from my body. I suppose it's better this way. Perhaps there is a god, because I've been granted the mercy of not having to be traumatized by the sight a corpse that was once mine. I shiver at the thought of it. No, Victorique, redirect your thoughts to...
Now I stand here at the face of his portrait in what used to be the hall, alone as ever. Except, I've never felt this alone. There's no one. More than that... My brother, dearest Edmund. I never got the chance to tell him how much he really meant to me. That is what keeps me here, in this house; what keeps the light from fading my soul into... Nothingness. I'm sorry I failed you, brother, my only true friend.
