pain is weakness for matilda

[Ezra Huntington]

pain is weakness

Matilda Ramsbury

[Matilda Ramsbury]

5.with a stab wound

As the coach approached Lansdowne House, Tilly's heart raced with excitement. The ball had been a grand affair, and she had enjoyed every moment of it, contrary to what she had expected in the beginning. One could almost say that she was starting to find her way back into the society of London. As the coach came to a stop, Tilly thanked the driver and prepared to step out, her feet already sore from the discomfortable shoes she had beared the entire evening.

However, her excitement was short-lived, as she saw two men approaching her, their faces shrouded in the darkness of the night. The Marchioness' instincts immediately kicked in, and she knew that something was not right. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up, and she felt a sense of danger lurking in the air With trembling hands embracing her body, the young girl waited for the servants to open the door.

"Any minute now." she thought, trying to breath and behave normally so the men couldn't sense her fear, to no avail. One of them dared to speak to her in a very impolite manner and stepped closer, almost breathing in her face. Tilly's heart pounded in her chest, and she quickly took stock of her surroundings. The street was deserted, and there was nobody around to help, the coachman had left and no one would hear if she screamed, so she prepared for the worst. The tears were already forming in her eyes when the second man pulled her arm with strength, leaving immediate marks on her ivory skin, in order to remove the bracelet engraved with emeralds.

"No!" she said, her voice authoritarian but still filled with fear. They laughed upon her act of bravery, a reaction that would only entice them to hurt her even more. At that moment, Matilda was fearing the worst scenario and it was like an adrenaline rush possessed her, leading her to a more daring act. She drew herself up to her full height, squared her shoulders, and put on her most imperious expression. "How dare you!" she exclaimed, trying to sound as confident as possible. "Do you not know who I am? I am the Marchioness of Lansdowne, and you will not lay your filthy hands on me!"

The robbers didn't seem taken aback by her boldness. "We know very well who you are, your grace." one of them mocked her, while the other exposed a sharp and polished dagger, pointing it towards her. A special friend sent us here." A special friend? Who? Who could possible be the mastermind behind the horrendous crime that was about to happen? As Tilly questioned herself, she felt a sharp pain near her stomach.

She watched as the blood soaked her beautiful light pink dress, creating a new pattern on the fabric. Who could possibly want her dead? And why? For her fortune? For the title? Everything went dark for a moment, and Tilly felt her legs give way beneath her. She hit the ground hard, gasping for breath, her vision swimming as she heard a voice calling out towards them. The two men soon disappeared, running away with the blood-soaked dagger, trying not to get caught, while the Marchioness debated with her own mind if she was going to survive or not.

Ezra Huntington

★fai

You had to kill me, but it killed you just the same