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The shuffling of her gown resounds throughout the silent room, along with her brewing anxiety.
Is this it? The end of her rotten schemes?
The suspicion, the loud stares, and the gossip from lowlifes makes her crimson blood boil.
Her nails diminish in the face of the anxious fright she is currently wallowing in. Will she go down so easily?
She dramatically thrashes upon her bed as her brain continues to ramble.
The tension lies heavy as George enters the eerily, shadowy room.
"My lady?" The young man mutters as his eyes fall on her pathetic figure.
It takes her crooked mind a while to conjure up a loose plan. But to her scratched-up mind; it was recklessly beautiful—a second chance to plan that blonde girl's demise. The shrill cackles of her voice reach the startled knight as she suddenly rises.
"Bring me the physician," she mutters lowly directing the cowardly knight before her.
"I beg your pardon?" He quivers not quite catching her command.
"Bring me, Reginald, now!" She roars ferociously. The man's feet carry him out of the room as his fright tries to force him to remain in place. Finally, with more supervision and precision she'll finish the brat off for good. She smirks at her final plans, this must work.
As it may be the final straw to break the camel's back.193Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPjtcaHDTME
