Marccus and the count of the night she laid at the bottom of the spiraling stair case, tossed like an old broken doll. It was not the first time that marccus had seen such foul view, in fact it was the 8th, by now he new what he had to do. Marccus picked up the poor girl as if carrying a sleeping princes, he went out the back of the manor and laid her to rest under a lamp post under two streets away. With a mournful look on his face he placed a white flower on her chest then walked way. When he gets back to the manor he is receive with a chilling cold voice “Did you take out out the trash.”, the count smiles then heads back towards his chamber. Days pass by and Marccus begins to act paranoid. Every morning during breakfast he would discus with his young daughter about how she should not approach the manor. “dont go anywhere near the manor on the 12th” he would warn her with a stern face unchanged by any emotion. Rosaline, who had already reached the age adulthood complained, “But that's the day of the ball! And you are going father,. Why should I not get to go.”. Angered by her respond he yelled at her “Its my job!”, then with a sad almost sobbing voice he says “ Its not like I desire to work with the count... but I have to, its the only way.”, Marccus walks away. …show more content…
She puts on some makeup as well as an elegant white gown, handed down to by her mother. Before leaving the house, with a sad tone in her voice, she whispered “look at how beautiful I have become mother.”, she closes the door and joins the droves of people heading towards the counts manor for the night's ball. During the night she was approached by a tall, slender gentleman wearing a mask resembling the face of a raven. Entranced by the mans charisma she fallowed the man, that was the last time she was seen throughout the