Chapter 96
[A/N: Sorry. Was sick. Here you go.]
She reached the room, as effortlessly as ever. Turning pure white, as no other color seemed to suit right now, she gently approached the lady who appeared to be made out of porcelain.
She held her hand into her own, and softly patted it.
The lady of this house was just so exquisitely beautiful, and so excruciatingly fragile. She almost felt sorry. Watching her intently, she could almost make out the similar features within the mother and the son. No wonder her son had such striking features too.
She smiled, watching her. She got up from where she was sitting, and lightly walked.
Skin, Pale as the Light of the Moon...
Her beautiful voice chimed. She hoped the son wasn't around. There was no way he wouldn't hear her.
Red the rose... Red the rose...
She reverently watched the almost transparent skin that she had, and continued singing. She was truly beautiful.
Lips, ripe as the berries in June...
Her lips were dark wine in color. Even while being unconscious for such a long time, she just looked serenely precious.
Precious, almost like her son.
Gently as she goes...
She twirled around her bed, not knocking even one of the intricate wired instruments around the fragile lady. She gently neared her face, and traced her fingers on her face, trying to make her gain consciousness.