Emelda
It’s a quiet night. A long, silent walk from the castle. I needed this quiet, this stillness in the late summer air. Ravenfell comes into view beyond the trees, twinkling in the darkness.
I smile, shaking my head as I look down at my shoes. I can still feel the weight of the twins in my arms. Two perfect angels. A prince and a princess for the Kingdom of Crimson Peak.
I pass through the village, nodding hello to those out and about, running their midnight errands. Lowe and Alma’s house is lit from within. I almost stop to see them, but for some reason, my feet carry me toward the edge of town to my house.
The flowers I planted this spring are in their last phases of blooming. Soon, the tidy front garden will start to wilt. Leaves will fall from the trees and cover the ground
