Blackfoot Forest la tâche tombe

when you have a moment. >D

why had he done it! why had he put it into her pretty little head that she was to be wed? madeleine was in a fine froth, but kept her gait to an elegant lope as she set about searching the woodland for aaron. oh, despicable man! and it was not even he who would take her, but perhaps some stranger! could they not see she was a child? monsieur odolf had rejected her, but would happily betroth her to another.

as if she would allow such! pausing beside a lovely stream, madeleine tilted back her delicate crown and called for @Aaron, staring blankly at the waters as she awaited him. she had no eye for beauty that day, and sought to master the anger welling dangerously in her veins.