The silence lingers as the wind picks up, and the pages within the notebooks flow to the fire. Realising his work is burning, he removes his gaze from hers and quickly puts out the fire from the paper.
Wanting to help, she grabs a page from the fire and blows it and pats it vapidly. Seeing her odd antics, he slightly chuckles to her actions and focuses his attention to his elegies.
The fire died down within a hushed whisper as they arranged the pages in order, kneeling upon the floor. It creaked as their bodies gave weight and sweat drips from the heat, down to her neck.
His eyes linger towards her sad look again and let go of the pages. Feeling guilty, he gently took her wrist and sat her down upon a crooked chair.
"Say it isn't so. Has one… lost someone to another?"
"Why yes ma'am. I have so."
"Your elegies. Such a gift, but a tremble to write, no?"
"Yes. I have a gift, but a heart so tainted so."
"What is your name?"
"My name is… Nathan."
"And I… am Doris."
Suddenly, the light pierced her eyes as the bruises of her hands were seen by Nathan. Responsible for her safety, he extended his hand to her injuries and brought her to the bathroom. The atmosphere had the scent of wistful blood and royal title. But it burned into an echo for the disdain.
Turning on the tap, Doris reluctantly rinsed her hands under the filthy water while Nathan stood beside her. Curiosity chilled upon her skin, wondering why Nathan knew where she was, but decided not to push him, nor notice her wince to the pain.
Drying her hands with her silk, black dress, they returned into the living room… where they found a black rose. Confused at this antic, Doris and Nathan looked at each other, but she nodded to him to touch the rose.
He responded with a no, quietly murmuring to the other to go touch it. Calming down, Doris grabbed his wrist and approached the rose together. Their hearts and eyes bulged out as blood was slowly spilling out from its deathly bud. Swallowing out of fear, Doris took the rose from the chair and opened the bud open… to reveal a note.
"Come back to me Mon amour. We deserve each other… even in death."
Her hands started to shake, and she fell to the floor while Nathan looked worried. Suddenly, Doris began to whisper:
"It's him. My fiancée… wants me back in his home."
"What fiancée? What's going on Doris?"
"My fiancée wants me back… in that blood bath of a Kingdom. And to be a part of his cheating family."
Tears flooded her face as she can't escape her fate beneath the moonlight. A warm hand embraced her shoulder, and she placed her hand on his, wondering what's she going to do.