The Choice || Clare & Graham
( @mactireagcroi )
She had made the choice to trade her life for that of her brother. Raine needed Thorne; Thorne needed Raine. Both could survive without her, and she would be comforted to know that her siblings had each other. That they had a chance at life beyond this mess of a dark dungeon Thorne had found himself in before Clare traded places with him.
Everything about that place was cold. The hearths were empty of flame, the candles lay melted, unlit, and forgotten. Everything seemed to be covered in a layer of dust years thick. Clare kept her cloak pulled around her, even as she walked through the passage ways. Her shoes made soft clicks against the tile. The man that held her had released her from the dungeons, shut her up in a room, but she could not sit still. Not in this place that was unknown to her.
As she walked, she whispered words of her favorite books, her favorite stories. Women were not supposed to be as educated as she was, but her father had never bought into that notion. He had always brought her and her sister books from his travels. Their love of books sustained, even after the death of their father.
Those memories brought a sadness to her blue eyes; or perhaps that was the natural state of this place that she found herself in. An unending sadness – locked in time, under some magic spell or some sort. She heard a sound behind her, making her stop in her tracks. Her blonde hair fell over her shoulder as she turned her head to see who was there. Or what was there?
“Who is there?”