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An oath.
that one night, she found a child in her daughter's old bed,
to have and to hold from this day forward,
Having forgotten, she would wake.
It was her mother's room. Her parents' bed, and now hers.
fitting the business arrangement that it was.
It had spread, insistent.
If not in law, in spirit.
But Perdita's desires, as you will have observed,
A taste her husband would indulge.
Almost with secrecy.
for the benefit of her daughter,
but there should be no mistaking the true authority of Bly Manor,
Viola had surpassed the predictions
Nightly, in fact.
Do you even know how to dance?
Her fate was a nightmare.
No, perhaps it was something else.
Waking.
even the soul.
Viola had made certain to be absent when he arrived.
she had accumulated in her days before the sickness.
I promise you.
Thus, she would sleep,
This absolute abandonment.
as Perdita took residence in the bed which had been her sister's,
and Viola would remember.
after Isabel was born.
One, two, three.
She would wake.
She would sleep.
And in time, as we all do…
More than all, my sister wanted Bly to flourish.