"Time for tea, Miss." Abigail's frail voice rung out, her voice slightly muffled by her quiet knocking - although she had need not to - I was nearly out the door.
"Yes, I'll be on my way." It had seem that this tea time was rather, ineluctable. The fire crackled and hissed, well-fed of slanderous and twisted news from the newspaper. It shall be ashes to ashes, died in it's burden. Carefully, I tighten the pearly white gloves around my wrist.
I left my room, and made way down the sleepy corridor, where it seemed to be lifeless and dreadful, paintings and portraits hung over my head, staring down at me. I ignored it. A door shut behind me as I walked. Door to the left - fourth one down from behind me. The footsteps of a man - quite tall, …show more content…
"And you're only a drunkard." I said, not torn down by his words. "I hold more knowledge about this then your, Mr. Parker."
"So did the cultists! The devilish ones who saw Captis as a divine being - you should not say you are one of those blasted, damn fools-"
"I am not. What, is it a lost to be knowledgeable of this tragedy? All the nobles, the wealthy - this goes over their heads, because they were threaten by this piece of history!"
"As a monarchy, the Queen wrote it as a tall-tale." Parker snarled, his mass of gray hair falling to his face. Whatever Isaac and Rosa were trying to say, the two of us were deafen by anger. The epitome of ornery, you should say.
"A monarchy!" I threw my head back, laughing. "A plutocracy, you meant to say! We are threaten by this history, and so - because we have power, we should dare overwrite it?" I glared at Parker. "You - my father's intelligent friend! He should be disappointed in you." I said, grief was no longer feigned in my tone, but rather geniune.
"The dead cannot be disappointed in the living." Mr. Parker snarled. And my breath was hitched instantously.
"No." I said curtly. "They can only mourn for
"Yes, I'll be on my way." It had seem that this tea time was rather, ineluctable. The fire crackled and hissed, well-fed of slanderous and twisted news from the newspaper. It shall be ashes to ashes, died in it's burden. Carefully, I tighten the pearly white gloves around my wrist.
I left my room, and made way down the sleepy corridor, where it seemed to be lifeless and dreadful, paintings and portraits hung over my head, staring down at me. I ignored it. A door shut behind me as I walked. Door to the left - fourth one down from behind me. The footsteps of a man - quite tall, …show more content…
"And you're only a drunkard." I said, not torn down by his words. "I hold more knowledge about this then your, Mr. Parker."
"So did the cultists! The devilish ones who saw Captis as a divine being - you should not say you are one of those blasted, damn fools-"
"I am not. What, is it a lost to be knowledgeable of this tragedy? All the nobles, the wealthy - this goes over their heads, because they were threaten by this piece of history!"
"As a monarchy, the Queen wrote it as a tall-tale." Parker snarled, his mass of gray hair falling to his face. Whatever Isaac and Rosa were trying to say, the two of us were deafen by anger. The epitome of ornery, you should say.
"A monarchy!" I threw my head back, laughing. "A plutocracy, you meant to say! We are threaten by this history, and so - because we have power, we should dare overwrite it?" I glared at Parker. "You - my father's intelligent friend! He should be disappointed in you." I said, grief was no longer feigned in my tone, but rather geniune.
"The dead cannot be disappointed in the living." Mr. Parker snarled. And my breath was hitched instantously.
"No." I said curtly. "They can only mourn for