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e Key West, queen-sized bed with purple and white bedding coordinates to compliment the white wool carpet and the pastel yellow walls. Beside the bed, there are oak nightstands, each one on the opposite side of the bed. Both had white linen cloths covering the upper surface of the nightstands. Placed on the left nightstand was an oil lamp to illuminate the room. Against the left wall are matching French doors leading to the balcony and to the righ

st. Ten minutes later, Kyla was inside the warm water, lost in thoughts about her older half-sister, Isolda, who had gotten the absurd idea to expose herself by helping an elderly woman run her tavern in a secluded area on Deadman Island. She had done so clearly behind her parents’ backs. Deadman Island was an extremely dangerous place for very well-civilized and noble women, and although Isolda was quite aware of the risk despite both her sisters' recommendations, she was out there every night. Her s

the chubby old woman walked into the room. Her nana was a warm woman, in her late forties, who had been helping the E

undergarment, her stockings and their much-needed ribbons, the dickey petticoat, and her daily corset from the armoire and drawers around the room. The stay tube,

of the gown ready on the floor at a quick pace. Her maid was quick and what would normally take two maids to do, she got it done. Kyla was dressed and her hair was neatly combed and her light-yellow day hat was in place. She was now wearing a pastel yellow gown with a matching petticoat and

ng was for the guests. She opened the door to her room and walked out, passed her father’s office, the master suite, Nara’s room, and then Isolda’s room. She walked towards the staircase and ascended the staircase slow

e of militiamen standing. There were two other figures with bruises all over their faces sitting on the loveseat across from Kendra and Nara. Dry blood and the purple bruises made them almost unrecognizable, but Kyla recognized Gabrilla’s black hair, ungroomed. It was Gabrilla and her great-aunt. On

aged to marry the sole heir, Prince Walter Neumann, from the country of Abides. The tall masculine man had orange hair, tanned skin, well-built, and chocolate-brown eyes. He was five and twenty and enjoyed his free time as a sportsman. He enjoyed hunting, playing ball, and horseback riding. Abides was a large island country that had the second-largest port in the world. They had a large marine life culture and traditions that were unorthodox to Huxley. Victor had arranged the marriage since his sister, Lady Langdon, had asked for his help. Victor was elated wit

by her cries, even with Kendra’s supporting hand holding hers. Kyla’s mind was ringing as she saw uncontrollable tears sliding down Nara’s red puffy cerulean eyes. There was something terribly wrong. Kyla swallowed as she approached her sister. Kyla was not sure she had asked the question that

a finally gasped as

ng to hold back her own tears. Her emotions finally bolted out of her eyes, as tears began to drip one by one down her face. No, no, no, no. There is no use denying it that she is completely and forever gone. Kyla began shaking her