So. Thought I'd start building on my some what lacking journal. Starting to write another book...here's what I have thus far;
"What am I to do, Mary." John's voice was solem; his words hung in the air. It was a question that needed no answer. With that he drew his arm back; the blade of his dagger gleaming softly in the silver moonlight. It seemed as though time ;slowed down as his arm fell. The blade sharp and sliding easily into his soft flesh. Slicing deep into his beating heart.
Chapter 1
"Up miss. Your mother and brother are already at breaktfast."
I awoke, heart pounding as my room filled my vision. Slowly calming me as I muttered to my self, "Only a dream.." Soon I began to realize how chilly my chamber was. Goosbumps dotting my arms like stars in the night sky. "Joanna, please stoke that fire! It's freezing in here!", Joanna's eyes lit with alarm as she hustled over to the brick fireplace and worked the flames to life again. Easily coaxing them to resume their dance in the hearth.
"Sorry miss." She began to make her way to my oak wardrobe; shuffling through the many gowns and dress. Finnaly pulling out a light blue and silver lined dress. The drooping neckline and sleeves lined with black velet. "How's this one miss? Seems good for a crisp day like this one." She smiled softly as she layed it out with the other articles of confinment I would have to adorn to begin my day.
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