• ELOISE •
I wish I had a picture of her, something to know what she looked like or remind me of her. I have always had hope that one day I'd.
But that was yet another dream that wasn't coming true.
I set the vase by the window and positioned it properly, my sad eyes on the flowers. I wondered what her likes, dislikes, and personality were. Even now, after learning the truth, she was still a stranger to me.
I thought my closure would be a fulfilling one, but it got me starving for more, my heart clenching each time I thought about it.
Lysandra Winter.
I knew only her name, and by Drevon's explanation, I could tell she was a devoted woman, a snowblood, a supernatural creature. She married a human and suffered for the sake of her people. She was bound by duty.
A life of nothing but suffering, living beneath a manor with a sole purpose, to bear an heir. If only she knew the man she married wasn't just a human but a monster. A monster that became her downfall.
