49. I chose her.
It had been a month since the incident that shook the peaceful Wisteria took place.
Yet a month later, no one had moved on.
The once bright and lively manor had become grey.
Dark grey.
Even the weather seemed to have plummeted along with the mood of the people. For the ever blue sky had become cloudy and remained that way on most days.
It seemed even the sun had abandoned them.
It had given way to rain.
Unending rain.
A shadow had been cast over Wisteria, and it seemed it would take the gods to lift.
"No one tells a tale like Damaris," children had complained. "I miss Damaris. Terribly," they said.
"I wonder when she will return."
"I wonder if Zuri gets to have fresh milk where he is," little Peter had muttered while running his errands with Mabel.
"Careful Peter, they say we must address him as His Highness," she reminded him.
"Do you think he will play with us still?"
"Well, he is our friend. Of course he will. I hope he and Damaris return soon."
