Introduction
Henrietta Crystal was a too-good-girl, raised by a loving aristocratic Father in the Realm otherwise known the Dark Forest ? far into a different plane of existence other than Rhy?Din. She lived a good life ? and a fantastically peaceful one at that, and despite the lacking of a Mother-figure she turned out to be quite the Lady and the apple of every man?s eye. Long raven black hair with brilliant green eyes, a tall and thin woman with unrivaled beauty and intelligence in her Father?s Kingdom. She was kind, gentle and totally in love with another noble man that was far older than she. He was fourty-five years old ? while she was merely a twenty-one-and-a-half year old woman and of course, these kind of marriages between the noble and royal were frequently used in attempts into marrying higher up the hierarchy.
Henrietta did it for? Love.
She was marrying DOWN the aristocratic food chain ? lowering her standards ? fending away the better ? the wealthy ? the younger ? the beautiful over something as small and insignificant as love. Yes, she was indeed na?ve little woman.
Their marriage was spectacular and the wedding dress had to be scrapped for her stomach had already been bulging at now twenty-two, readying to give birth to her first born. She wished for a healthy baby but longed for a beautiful girl?
It was never meant to be.
Now she lay dead in the coffin with her stomach deflated and a small wrapped up silken body in her arms? She was cleaned up good considering on the conditions they found her: dead in her room, with her legs open wide and her night gown torn and covered in blood, with a dead baby lying unmoving and grey down on the floor below the bed.
Her face?s muscles frozen in a contortion of an eerie smile.
Both Mother and Daughter died in child birth.
And as the coffin was lowered into the soil, families and friends too numerous to name and recognize in the dark attires they wore, standing before that hole in the ground that the coffin now would finally lay forever.
Pattering soil could be heard from outside of the coffin as it struck the black polished varnished wood of the lid. And with each thump it grew duller? And duller?The coffin creaked until the wood settled under the weight and the vibrations of footsteps led away. The woman and her child inside of the coffin could hear nothing now, for the soil ate away the outside world?s liveliness? And the rain had already begun to sink into the coffin and fill it up with its wet rot.
Henrietta Crystal was a too-good-girl, raised by a loving aristocratic Father in the Realm otherwise known the Dark Forest ? far into a different plane of existence other than Rhy?Din. She lived a good life ? and a fantastically peaceful one at that, and despite the lacking of a Mother-figure she turned out to be quite the Lady and the apple of every man?s eye. Long raven black hair with brilliant green eyes, a tall and thin woman with unrivaled beauty and intelligence in her Father?s Kingdom. She was kind, gentle and totally in love with another noble man that was far older than she. He was fourty-five years old ? while she was merely a twenty-one-and-a-half year old woman and of course, these kind of marriages between the noble and royal were frequently used in attempts into marrying higher up the hierarchy.
Henrietta did it for? Love.
She was marrying DOWN the aristocratic food chain ? lowering her standards ? fending away the better ? the wealthy ? the younger ? the beautiful over something as small and insignificant as love. Yes, she was indeed na?ve little woman.
Their marriage was spectacular and the wedding dress had to be scrapped for her stomach had already been bulging at now twenty-two, readying to give birth to her first born. She wished for a healthy baby but longed for a beautiful girl?
It was never meant to be.
Now she lay dead in the coffin with her stomach deflated and a small wrapped up silken body in her arms? She was cleaned up good considering on the conditions they found her: dead in her room, with her legs open wide and her night gown torn and covered in blood, with a dead baby lying unmoving and grey down on the floor below the bed.
Her face?s muscles frozen in a contortion of an eerie smile.
Both Mother and Daughter died in child birth.
And as the coffin was lowered into the soil, families and friends too numerous to name and recognize in the dark attires they wore, standing before that hole in the ground that the coffin now would finally lay forever.
Pattering soil could be heard from outside of the coffin as it struck the black polished varnished wood of the lid. And with each thump it grew duller? And duller?The coffin creaked until the wood settled under the weight and the vibrations of footsteps led away. The woman and her child inside of the coffin could hear nothing now, for the soil ate away the outside world?s liveliness? And the rain had already begun to sink into the coffin and fill it up with its wet rot.