Dying words of a Lady.To My Dearest ones.
My life is ending, i can feel it as i inhale. Life is over now, and I am not worried for you. You all are so strong.
You see, I should not have had this great life that I was given. I was to marry some bastard son of a lower lord and live my life as his brood mare. I thank the saints that I was granted Kale.
Kale and I grew up together... Two years apart and dearest friends. A Count's eldest, his world was handed to him, though he didn't ever have anything but respect for this youngest daughter of a Baron. Kale is not only my husband, but my dearest friend.
You see, Kale rescued me at fifteen. He road into the outdoor wedding my mother had spent so long planning and swept me on to Cleric, his monstrous black stallion, and swore he would steal me away if he were not granted my hand. My father had no choice but to agree.
Kale and I are Husband and WIfe in name only.
The Seeker's Tower Chapter 3
Zephyra leaned back quietly in her bed, allowing the first seeker's memory to play over in her mind, and allowing her dragon friends to seen it as well.
As the large oak doors slid open, Keena looked around. Being the head scribe's apprentice had its perks, but even she wasn't allowed out of bed after curfew. If the night lady were to catch her, it would mean another night in the stocks. However, even the threat of the stocks couldn't keep her from her mission tonight. Keena needed to see that scroll again; her heart seemed to demand it of her. Having been looking over scrolls that were in bad shape, he had come across one that used a symbol she hadn't seen, and upon researching it, she could not believe its meaning.
She had awaken as though the symbol had called her, with the word on her lips as she had sprang awake, and even now as she slid the door closed, she could almost hear it calling her name.
Once the doors were sh
My dearest HermioneMy dearest Hermione,
The rays of the sun perfectly strike the strands of your golden brown hair. Making it seem like you are wearing a crown of light. This never fails to dazzle my eyes. Sometimes I think that the crown you wear is most deserving of you. Since you are, indeed, the most perfect creature in the world. Smart, beautiful and a bit feisty if I may say so.
I write this letter to you knowing that, at present, I cannot seem to make personal contact with you. Certain circumstances prevent us from openly being with each other. You do not know of the many times I've tried. I have decided to end it now. To end this unsatisfied hunger of love from driving me to insanity.
I ask you now to meet me at the North Tower at exactly 10 pm of tomorrow.
I'll be waiting.
The One Who Loves You
The one who loves you. This thought echoed in Hermione'