Lady Of Milkweed Manor 소설 & 이야기

--- Blackwood Mansion – Late Afternoon The conservatory roof was imbibing the final blushing shade of day. Dust sparkled in rays of golden light on creeping ivy and wilted orchids—flowers that were once loved and cared for, now abandoned and allowed to die under the cloak of grandeur. Blackwood Mansion was a master of deception. It concealed its rot beneath jewels. Leya moved down the east hall, an armload of clean laundry, hands raw from scrubbing floors that morning. Her sleeves were wet. Her back ached. But she did not complain.

“But please, I beg of you, let Camille be. She is all I have.” Before Lord Edgar could respond, a woman entered the chambers. Her movements were graceful, almost ethereal, as she glided across the room. Her beauty was striking—dark, flowing hair that reached her butt flowed behind her, onyx eyes that shimmered eerily. Her visage was impassive, and she walked towards her husband. She was Lady Elaine, the wife to Lord Edgar and mother to Elbert. Not only was she an original vampire from England, but she was also the most powerful witch in Svetyland, feared by all who knew her.

Raymond retorted defiantly. “Anna, what do you think?" Lady Marty turned to the little girl by her side. “I think they actually need a break, they seem to have not encountered the new witch of Mistwood Creek that has been let loose," Ana replied. “What witch?" Lady Marty asked, also surprised at her statement. Anna turned to face Lady Marty properly before she began to speak. “Lady Leila was sent out of the mansion yesterday, their town house is situated in this village. Although the village is small, it has a mix of different species of beings and is the closest village to the mansion,”

When she looked over at the woman with the Mohawk, the Lady actually recoiled in fear. “Please show her out. She’s no longer welcome in me kitchen.” “Dom, she’s no longer welcome in this house.” Toad clarified. “She was pushing her limits.” Cera said motioning to two Renegades. “I think it’s time to take a ride.” Nessie cocked her head as if listening to someone. Then the Lady flinched as if something cold just touched her head. “My silent friend says that she is hiding something.” Nessie reached out and touched the woman’s head behind her ear and past her hairline. “Just there. Something yeh’ll find interesting.”

“Lady has been poisoned.” “What?!” I exclaimed. “Who would do this?!” “Nana,” James turned around to her, “Fetch me some hot water and salt. That can slow down the poison within her system.” As Nana left with her servants, James returned to me, “Robert, I need you to find some jewelweed in your mother’s herb garden. Bring it here as fast as possible.” “But, Lady–” “Son, she will get through this,” James put a hand on my shoulder as he looked directly at me. “But we need the jewelweed now. It can kill some of the poison inside her body. We don’t have much time. You have to go now.”

Brielle realized she was staring at something far away, and just as she was about to turn, she heard Madeline hiss and mutter, "If it isn't the queen of the coast. Oh, jeez..." Brielle only needed to look at Madeline's face to know who she was referring to. Lady Delilah, the self-proclaimed mistress of the mansion, and she stiffened immediately. Just the mere mention of that name got her unnerved, and she hissed inaudibly. She hadn't seen the woman in days, and with her wolf peering up in curiosity, she wondered what the mistress had come to do today. “Is she coming here?” Brielle whispered slowly, turning slightly to glance behind her, and Madeline smirked.

Thea shook her head in pain and said, "How can I disregard your health and let you suffer all day? Well, Theodore, in my heart, the child is certainly important, but I can't surpass you. Let's not have this child, okay? Don't worry, alright?" Thorne's eyes turned crimson, “Thea, don't worry about me. If you like children, I will fulfill your wish. If I am gone in the future, having him by your side will give me some peace of mind. Just promise me that you will take good care of yourself during pregnancy. Don't make me worry." Thea held him, tears streaming down her face. The Miller Manor. When Lady Miller returned to the estate after her illness had been treated, she was overwhelmed by the s

“D*mn. That’s awesome. Those of you who said she can’t paint, are you embarrassed now? Who the hell is the lady in the red dress? Why did she pretend to be so close to the pretty girl? How could she not even know that the pretty girl could paint?” “I think the lady in the red dress is a b*tch. She looks like a stepmother. Could she be the pretty lady’s stepmother?” “You all have no idea. She’s the wife of Quest Group’s president. The pretty girl is the eldest daughter of the Quest family, Xyla Quest…”

A breathtaking place like a king's palace, a gold gate, and a vast expanse of flowers and tall trees surrounding the inner side of the estate wall. Her feet moved with awe and fear, her steps slowing as she approached the mansion's main door as if it were a monster that would swallow her. She entered the mansion with her mother—a vast, frightening space and opulence that took one's breath away. A middle-aged man with neatly combed black hair interspersed with a few gray strands stood there. It was Chris Myers, the richest man in America. He buttoned his suit jacket and extended his hand to Lila with a friendly smile.

She had gotten in the way of the Raven Queen solely to ask if she wanted her en-suit cleaned and bedding made today. All of the servants of this manor would know that this girl, particularly displeased the Lady of the Manor... the Queen of their Kingdom. This lady was none other than the Raven Queen herself. They would all say the same thing, that this girl should have just done her job without having to ask. No one would take her side and not in their life, would anyone attempt to stand up for this servant. Perhaps the daughters, if they caught the action happening. Yet, even they were hesitant at the best of times. Who better than her daughters to know the truth of their mother's character