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After Rose's father carried Vitrice to her room he set her on the bed where she spent the remainder of the evening. Vitrice laid there in confusion and lost in her own thoughts and emotions. 'Why would Rose do such a thing? Rose hates men and despises people like Markus. Maybe her father needed a favor? Maybe she wanted to try something new? But why propose to me and or call me her fiancee and then do something like this? Why?' All these thoughts and more ran threw Vitrice's mind causing tears to fall from her now soft blue eyes staining her silk pillow. Vitrice spent the evening crying, worrying, wondering, and suffering threw her thoughts till she drifted to sleep to the sweet sounds of someone humming.
Feronia spent her evening sectioning off her food and trying desperately not to scare the poor rabbit any more than she could help. She continued to feed it little pieces of food as the night grew on. Any time she ate it ate. Feronia became distracted by the sounds of someone crying from below. She got down on the floor and placed her ear to the cold stone. After a few minutes of listening to this woman cry Feronia got bored and sat up to "play" with the bunny. Feronia found herself humming a sweet song she'd heard threw the floors.
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Markus moved away from Rose to let the full reality of the control he has over her sink in. He turned to leave and just before he went back down the stairs he looked back at the woman he had just scarred, "Oh and please tell your parents that they should keep their arguments down, the whole building could hear them, and that your father should really learn to pick which side he supports just a little bit better." With that he continued on his way.
She would soon have to face Vitrice and explain why she'd been gone all night and with him. Rose walked down the stairs to their room. She hoped her face wasn't tear stained and softly knocked on the door to their bedroom before opening it. She found Vitrice Sitting up on the bed staring blankly at the wall with tears welling up in her eyes. When she looked over her shoulder to see Rose standing in the door way she jumped up and ran into Rose's arms.
"Rose I was so worried! Why'd you go? Why didn't you tell me where you were going? Why are you with Markus? Rose?" Vitrice bombarded Rose with questions tears streaming down her face. Rose could hardly keep her composer. "I needed to do my family a favor. Baby I promise it's nothing personal I missed you so much." Rose replied wrapping her arms around Vitrice. Rose softly cried into Vitrice's shoulder as Vitrice sobbed into Rose's. "I'm sorry to have worried you." Rose whispered. The two of them made there way to the bed. Rose kissed Vitrice with such passion.
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As much as it annoyed him to admit he has grown very fond of having Rose around. He wouldn't stand for someone to belittle her in his presence, he had even gone as far as to threaten to remove one woman's tongue had she spoke one more ill word of Rose. All of this while still obeying and following the orders of his best friend Vincent. These new months were starting to get quite interesting to him.
Markus went to Rose's chamber to discuss maybe going to the market with her to go shopping for a new dress for a party that he was going to hold his upcoming birthday, even though suck parties seemed trivial to beings that walked this earth as long as they did.
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His tongue slid over one of his canines at the sound of his stomach growling.
Ah... when was the last time he grabbed a snack? Now that was important.
He could probably sneak and scope things out in town. Though he wasn't in the mood...
He could always postpone his... meal... and satisfy his need for entertainment instead.
Vincent slightly cocked his head to the left as he thought over his options.
"I never knew how much time I spent in the town..." The man mumbled to himself.
It was slightly irking. How was it that he never realized just how the only source of entertainment he had was the town? Well... he was sure people have commented on that before but... he never thought it to be true. Or maybe he just decided to ignore the truth... as always.
He ran his clawed fingers through the silver waterfall that was his hair. What he needed was a nice warm bath.
That sounded... nice. Maybe afterwards he will be able to think of a way to entertain himself.
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