Terrified ramblings of Esmeralda's frightened mind. Enjoy! :=)
Still N.M.P.
Esmeralda sat petrified as she was tried for witchcraft. The foolishness of these men was astounding. How could they think for a moment that she would harm her darling Phoebus? Poor, innocent Phoebus! There had been so much blood! What if that terrible specter that was haunting her had killed her beloved? What would she do if he was gone? That man mentioned his name! What did they know of his condition? Was he alive? The answer made her blood freeze. She cared not that she would be tortured; there could be no pain worse than this. Phoebus was dying!