Dear lord. Is this where I die? In a world where no one knows me. When I haven't kissed the love of my life, my loml.
The blade came at me at full force, and the rhythm of my heartbeat pulsed faster with each movement.
Oh heavens. I can't look.
I squeezed my eyes shut, bracing myself for the end of my demise.
Isabel. A young twenty three year old girl with round eyes and brown hair, with a frontal bang, gone missing with no trace of her body ever found. That's what the people in my world will remember. And Christy would cry her eyes out.
Meanwhile, in this world, I would be buried and forgotten. Maybe Matilda would cry a little, then return to her duties. The King would not mourn. Whatever happened in his library was not intentional. He had said that himself. He would go on to marry Tyra, or the lady he spoke about.
In a week, no one would even remember that I existed.
Ah. Can my life get any be....
Clang!
The sound of clashing swords forced my eyes open.
I gasped.
