roses are red, roses are white chapter eleven
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It takes all night and the next day to reach her destination.
The carriage’s windows are curtained shut and her guard makes it clear she is not to peek, so Madge has no idea where they are or where they’re going. Somewhere no one will ever find you but what does that mean? It cannot be any property of Marvel’s or even a convent, so where? She looks across at the guard and he is stony faced and forbidding, panic starting to creep up her limbs. Where is Marvel sending her? He had seemed so confident, so sure of his cunning plot, what could it be?
Madge knots her hands in her lap as if to hold herself through the anxiety and tries to stay calm. Wherever he is sending her, she must remain strong. No matter that she is going in blind and cannot properly prepare for the unknown, she must be brave. She finds herself rubbing her rings and oh papa, grandmother, Henry, lend me your courage.
The nerves keep her awake for the better part of the day and it doesn’t matter that she knows how long they’ve been travelling, it still tells her nothing of their destination. There are so many places they might reach in all that time, especially as far north as they were. Finally though, sleep does come, but it is fitful and far from restful. Every bump and lurch of the carriage rattles her bones and her heart beat is quick with worry. It is almost a half-sleep and she wakes many times, confused, disoriented and then tired enough to tumble back to unconsciousness.
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