Chapter: Indigo
Word Count: 108
She was depressed, and it was midnight. Rodolphus wasn't home yet. She wanted to cry, but Black's didn't cry, more importantly she didn't cry.
Her indigo dress was coated in uncried tears, and torn to shreds. She loved this dress, vintage, from the era of Sumptuary laws; where this color not only dictated her wealth, but her social status.
She hated herself. It was her fault, it had to be. She had lost the baby. She lost it. The indigo bruises that had graced her entire frame. Her lord had not been pleased. But he hadn't punished her..
But now she was obedient. Now she hadn't disappointed him.
AN: Leave me one :)