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A fate that befell Viola's once sister,
A fate that befell anyone unfortunate enough
One, two, three.
cold, muddy waters of her new manor.
Isabel.
feeling each time that it was a dream.
even if never in the grip of her icy hands.
She had only the faint notion that she'd walked this far
Concerning the widower, now the Lord of Bly Manor in all respects,
That or anything else.
not a woman at all, not a person at all, not a name or a face.
The word had eclipsed her thoughts at night, and waking as well.
She would sleep,
Both of their rewards.
This left Perdita to entertain the traveled cousin,
that would change the terrain of Bly Manor forever.
Perhaps it was the hour.
Um… And obey.
and thereto I plight thee, my troth.
Seized by a restlessness new to her heart,
I shall take the liberty of calling him Mr. Willoughby.
who had always enjoyed the comfort of her birth station.
If she says she will not go, she will not.
Till she grows into them.
her infant daughter,
And the word was a lie.
You cannot even read that book.
A fine outcome for Viola,
Whatever curse had claimed his second wife,
Liar.
The wedding was a small affair,
an ailment altogether monstrous.
The Lady of Bly Manor.
So, they were as little girls once more.
Among the young men, their friends and neighbors,
Let's show the young thing how it's done proper.
that her sister's immense wardrobe had been sequestered
as inconsequential as the tickle in her lungs.
The night in which Viola would sleep.
And she'd stare at that empty bed…