The trees swayed gently in the graveyard as I watched the group of people dressed in black. I craned my head, looking for her. Finally I caught a glimpse of red hair. Maria Merryweather bent her head over her Fathers coffin as she threw in a dark red rose onto it and then gently placed another onto the marble slab next to her Father's grave. She was wearing a long black dress with which she fiddled, long pale fingers twisting through black satin.
I should have killed her there. I should have grabbed her, hauled her into the trees, slit her throat and then ran. Then she turned to look at me and something inside of me broke. Her eyes stared at me defiantly and I glared back, leaning against a marble pillar, trying to put all the anger and hatred into my stare. She glanced away and I took this opportunity to slide into the bushes behind me, cursing myself silently. Father was going to murder me when I got back. I desperately pushed the thought of the Moon Princesses brown eyes that flickered with light under her unruly hair back into th deep crevices of my mind.
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