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The Necklace: Chapter 12 |
| Written by Lucy | |
| Monday, 31 March 2008 | |
"And do you, Emily Amelia Laurent de Latoisse, take Tristan de Cousack, to have and to hold, to love and to cherish, till death will you part?" "I do." Emily smiled. "And do you, Tristan Wallace de Cousack, take Emily de Latoisse, to have and to hold, to love and to cherish, till death will you part?" "I do with all my heart," Tristan said. He smiled at Emily. The pastor blessed them. "You may kiss the bride," he said. Tristan swept Emily up and pressed his lips to hers. The world disappeared from underneath them as the love they'd been harboring finally was set free. It was over. They were free to love, free to rule the kingdom in her parents' absence, and free to be themselves. "I love you," they whispered together.
One of the guards bent over the frozen body of Cornell. He had been simply instructed to clean the Great Hall. His job hadn't been defined as the undertaker. He sighed and reached to roll the body over. The scorch mark burned through his neck looked disgusting. The flesh was black as were the tendons inside. The guard looked around, trying to find someone. But he was alone. He decided he would pick up the body, move it to the infirmary and let them deal with it. He lifted the stiff corpse and began to leave. "Help me," someone whispered, barely audible. At first the guard didn't believe what he was hearing. "Help me." He looked down. Cornell's eyes snapped open, large black voids. His throat began to stitch itself closed and he warmed in the guard's hands. "You're alive!" the guard said. "Yes. The king?" he whispered. "He is alive and well." "He will not be. He will not be for very long." Cornell smiled... Copyright 2008 Lucy |
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