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"Die ", she pleaded in her head as her eyes filled with tears.

From an outside perceptive, Anna Elizabeth Davison was the perfect mournful wife.

"Die," she begged in her head, watching her sick husband lay their looking minutes from death.

She knew not to get her hopes up.

"Please, let me be rid of you", she felt horrible as she silently begged.

In truth, he was not a awful man.

He let her buy as many cloths and jewels as he wanted.

More so that he might look like the perfect proving man any man would want.

He had been  by forty years, but at least the man had lived a  life in the eyes of soceity.

Anna never had a say in her marriage to the man.

She was born, bred, and taunt to be his wife.

The minute she had bled, her parents had set the day for her to be married to Lord Davis.

She had grown up knowing exactly everything about the man in front her yet the day they were married he was nothing but a stranger she had seen here and there.

Learning to be someone wife was not the same as being their wife after all.

She often felt like a sick nurse maid tied to her patient day and night.

Though she liked him better sick than energized and ready to lay with her.

"Die", she pleaded looking at the lines of face that had deepened with time.

She was sure she would go to hell, but she could not be sure she wasn't already in it.

His chest heaved in his sleep heavily.

It was getting harder each day for him to breathe.

She felt as if it was a sigh from God, taunting her of her freedom.

Suddenly his breath stopped and she quickly checked his pulse as the nurses had instructed her to do.

She should scream and call for help.

She waited a minute before she started wailling madly.

"SOMEONE HURRY, PLEASE" , she begged.

She didn't need to act because the guilt that rested on her soul for wishing him ill truly wanted him a woken.

By the time the doctor arrived an hour later it was only to confirm he had died.

She wore black to his funeral, with a golden locket he had given her on her sixteenth birthday.

It was also their three year anniversary present.

She didn't quite like gold as much as sliver.

He hadn't known though, and she was happy she had anything at all.

When she came back to the house after the funeral and back to her bed chambers.

She found her best friend Vanessa waiting for her in a red dressing gown.

" I thought I'd comfort you for your loss", she smirked.

She was dazzling with her dark red plump lips and smoke ear shadow.

She truly was a vision in her red robe.

Vanessa had been Anna best friend since she was thirteen.

She had done her hair and make up the day she was to be married and even made a flower crown of flowers she found in the garden.

She was possibly the most beautiful women Anna had ever seen.

Anna could never stop staring at her dark brown hair that fell down to her hips or her plump lips or dark brown eyes.

She had hips, unlike Anna.

She never wanted Vanessa near her husband and yet she could never have the heart to kick Vanessa out of her life.

"Why do you wear my red robe to bed?", I glared down to the open robe revealing nothing under neath.

She smiled like a coyly in a way that made my face flush and head feel dizzy.

"I was hoping you'd take it off me", she had a low voice that would of made any man buckle.

"My husband dead of you were hoping to sleep with him",I snapped cutly.

She looked taken aback which Anna thought was asurd.

"Your husband being dead is exactly why I am here", she said firmly standing up from the bed with a scroll on her face.

she walked right up to the my face.

She was only a inch taller than me so I only had to tilt my head up very slightly to meet her gaze.

I felt my face burn as I remembered the day she had kissed me at fifth teen and how we had plan to do more than kiss before one of the older maids caught us and told my husband of the manner.

I still had the scars of his whip lashes on my back for my betrayal of him.

"Why?" , I questioned. She was beautiful enough to kiss any man of any fortune or title.

Why would she want to kiss a dead man newly widowed wife.

" you know why", she whispered to me as we touched noses together.

My heart leaped into my throat.

How could someone as beautiful as a oil painting fall for a mousy looking girl as myself.

She was a goddesses a divine right that for some reason acolcording to accident text that men were only suppose to see.

I often thought that part in religion was written by men who had never asked real honest wives what beauty is.

If a man asks, "You want beauty is?"You can describe the nearest flower but if someone were to ask me what beauty in humanity looked like, it would be Vaneessa gentle hands and playful smiles.

She hand the type of finger you wanted to watch play along a grand piano.

She cupped my face gentle in her hands.

"Let us run away together ", she begged.

"To were?",I could not stop the tears that threatened to spill from my face anymore than I could stop the rythrm of my heart she played like a song.

"To a cursed place were the only fairytale their is the one we create", she whispered stepping into my space closer.

"Who would dare to live in a cursed places to make a happy ending?" , I wanted more than anything to not think of want she meant and just say yes but the logic in my brain was as stubbing as my heart.

"Any place without you is my only curse", she whispered breathily in a way that had me nearly drop to my knees.

"Their are fare worse fates than being with out me ", I laughed unable to hide the humor I found in her idea of happiness.

" I would rather spend a lifetime looking for you at every ball that be stuck somewhere were I may not see you",she grabbed by the waist with her right hand while still cupping my face with the left.

She kissed me til I felt dizzy.

I knew than that whatever curse she promised to take us to I would gladly follower my evil enchanting witch anywhere.

..............

"We have arrived ", She called and stared at the dump grey town from up the hill.

"Welcome to Modrics ", I read from the sign.

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