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Once upon a time, many years ago, there was a little princess, and she was very mad, for her mother and father had died. Before the princess appeared a traveling prince, riding upon a grey horse. They had a regal bearing and a knowing smile. The prince wrapped the princess in a rose-scented embrace and saw the rage in her eyes.
“Little one,” they said, “who bears up alone in such deep sorrow, never lose that strength or nobility, even when you grow up. I give you this to remember this day. We will meet again. This ring will lead you to me one day.” Perhaps the ring the prince gave her was an engagement ring.
This was all well and good, but so impressed was she by them that the princess vowed to become a prince herself one day. But was that really such a good idea?
The day is bright as the students head into class, all of them in bright matching school uniforms. Waiting on a bridge where the students walk under is a young man also dressed in a matching uniform. He looks down and out over the students.
“She’s late,” he mutters to himself.
Turning from looking at the students he comments louder with a frustrated tone, “Oh, how long does she expect me to wait here? I don’t want to start the new term by being late!”
“Eugene!” the voice of another student calls out his name.
It is another boy from the school, “What are you doing over there?” he asks in jest.
“I’m waiting for my boyfriend!” Eugene proudly replies, puffing up his chest.
“‘Boyfriend?’” the boy smirks back, “Well, she ditched you.” The other boys who had stopped are also now sporting large grins.
The boy continues, “she left the dorm really early this morning!”
Eugene with a flustered look on his face yells, “Why, that… she’s going to pay!” He then quickly gathers his things and runs off passing the other students.
An archway with a rose motif and the words, “Ohtori Academy” rise above the entrance to the school. Just inside the other students start to spread out and loud steps can be heard on the floor with a sharp echo. The steps are coming from one student moving quickly down the hall, but their movement is not the only reason those around them are parting.
Instead of a brightly coloured uniform the one she is wearing is all in shades of black, the only place light seems to escape is the wearer’s pale skin. Even her hair is unnaturally black, done in long braided twin-tails.
A teacher moves in to block the path and the student stops cold and does not bother to look up.
“Wednesday Addams.” the teacher barks with authority, “Do you intend to continue wearing that weird getup for this term as well?”
Wednesday raises her eyes and sees her own reflection in the glasses of the teacher. If this was a painting it would be as if the artist ran out of colours when they got to the subject of the work and only had the darkest black and palest white to finish with. She does not respond, just waits for this first obstacle of the term to be gone.
“Ms. Addams, I am waiting for an answer.”
“Is it just you or did all the teachers forget my aversion to colour is for medical reasons.” Wednesday replies.
“Then you should be wearing all white!” the teacher yells, slashing the air with a ruler to emphasize the point.
“You could have prevented this waste of both our time if you had asked the kindergarten art teacher about colour mixing,” Wednesday replies, “besides I am wearing the school uniform.”
She suddenly pulls out a small book, “and the rule book says nothing about it having to match a set colour pallet. Unless you find an actual problem with my wardrobe maybe you could focus on the students who are actually breaking the school’s dress code.”
As Wednesday says this she gives glances around her to some of the other students who would be in actual trouble if that archaic code was actually upheld. With this finished she continues along her path passing just in front of the teacher who seems to be in a daze.
“Damn it, is she going to make a fool of me for yet another term?” the teacher huffs out and drops the ruler in frustration.
Wednesday exits to the large courtyard, the sun is bright above her and the sound of cheering is heard as the fast rhythm of a basketball hitting the ground is heard. As she walks by the court a cry comes out, “Watch out!” A basketball is headed directly at Wednesday’s head, without turning she quickly bats the ball out of the air. The ball hits the backboard and falls into the net. The students go silent, and then cheers erupt from them, but Wednesday had already left. Grabbing the ball, one of the basketball players runs after Wednesday.
“Wednesday,” he calls out, “Wednesday!” Her pace does not change. He starts to run to catch up with her just beating her to the door blocking it leaning over to catch his breath.
“Why?”
“Why what?” he asks back.
She gives no response back to him just looking directly at him and crosses her hands.
“I wanted to apologize about the ball.”
One of her eyebrows raises at this, “you still have not, what is your actual reason for running after me?”
He looks taken aback briefly but smiles, “I’m sorry, are you happy now?”
“Do I ever look happy,” she says, her voice beyond deadpan.
“You look like you are on the way to a funeral in that outfit,” he replies.
“If I could, I would be; instead I have a person wasting my time, their time, and a ball’s time.”
“Why not join us for a game? I know a good player when I see it, and I have never seen a reaction like that.”
“So the truth comes out,” Wednesday chides him.
“Well what do you think? Want to join our practice” he asks, holding out the ball.
“I could practice some shots…”
“Great,” he interjects before she can finish.
“...with my bow; I prefer moving targets,” she finishes looking daggers at him.
He blanches at this.
“Besides I would never be caught alive in what you are wearing,” she continues looking at the basketball jersey he has on.
“Don’t you mean caught dead?” he asks about the odd word choice.
“If I am caught dead I hope to be in something fitting the occasion.”
“Is this why you wear that colourful uniform?” he asks.
“No, it is to be a prince,” Wednesday replies, passing by him finally and exiting the door. She continues her quick pace down the hall.
“What?” he is confused by this replay.
“Instead of a princess to be protected. I will be a prince,” she replies, keeping the student behind her.
“And what’s that supposed to mean?”
Wednesday keeps walking without answering, moving down the hallway, but as she comes to an area that is open to the outside she stops.
“This smell.”
She turns and sees an ornate greenhouse with a style that stands out from the school, white with gilded lattice work. Past the windows she can just make out a student with a watering can, tending to the plants within.
“The scent of roses…” Wednesday says and looks down at the ring on her hand, “why does the scent of roses always make me think of the past?”
She keeps walking, moving up a flight of stairs but stops and looks out a window to look at the greenhouse again. Waiting for a second she looks back at her ring getting lost in her thoughts about the connection.
Out of the corner of her eye she sees two figures at the entrance to the greenhouse. One looks to be the person who was watering the plants earlier, it is a girl wearing the same school outfit as everyone, only her blond hair in a bob with blue and pink highlights at the tips. Besides her stands a tall boy with long dirty blond hair in something resembling a military uniform rather than that of the normal academy issued one. She can see that the taller one is upset at the girl for some reason.
“A lover’s quarrel?” Wednesday questions seeing them start to argue, “why do people always air their dirty little deeds in public.”
Just as she turns her head to stop looking at the couple, the boy reaches back and slaps the girl full in the face so hard it causes an echo in the still air. Wednesday whips her head back around hearing this sound and before she can say anything the boy is raising his hand up for another strike.
“Hold on…” she tries to call out, but before she does the boy’s hand is grabbed by another person she had not seen. As she refocuses to take this in she hears something else off in the distance.
“Wednesday!”
She turns around in time to see Eugene running at her; she puts her hand out to stop him before he tackles her.
“Eugene, what is it?”
“How dare you ditch me this morning!” Eugene replies as his eyes wander from Wednesday to the greenhouse and the people in front of it.
“Oh, it’s Thorpe!” he cries out.
“Thorpe?”
“Don’t you know about Thorpe?”
“Is there a reason I should? I do recognize the one in front of him is Bianca Barclay, the student council president.”
“Yes, the guy next to her is the vice-president: Xavier Thorpe!”
“And the other girl?”
“Oh, that’s Enid Sinclair.”
“Enid Sinclair…”
“She’s weird. Just keeps to herself and takes care of the roses. We’ve got her in our class for this term.”
Wednesday looks down and scowls, “So, is Thorpe going out with Sinclair or something?”
“No way! Someone as cool as Thorpe would never fall for a girl like that! They’re just together because they’re both on the student council.”
“So, is that the type you fall for, Eugene?” Wednesday asks with a knowing inflection on Eugene.
Eugene blanches at this and then puts on a fake smile, “Oh, wow! Are you jealous?! Don’t worry! You’ll always be my true love, Wednesday! You’re way cooler than any of the council members!”
The view shifts to a large balcony overlooking the school. On it are five silhouettes of people, two standing to one side, three on the other side. As the light changes the student council comes into view from the shadows. On one side stands Thorpe with Enid next to him. At a distance the other council members reside, all in similar military style uniforms as Thorpe is wearing.
“You called me out here on short notice,” Thorpe says, taking a step closer to the others, “my dear council members.”
“Thorpe, we who wear the rose seal are all chosen members,” Rowan replies, sitting in a chair taking notes with one hand and in the other holding a stopwatch.
Continuing the rebuff, Yoko adds, “And we don’t want you to forget…” pausing to raise her head up to look at him, “...the most important rule we must follow.”
“Thorpe, your treatment of the Rose Bride recently is causing us some concern…” Bianca is cut off by Thorpe before she can finish.
“Oh? Is that so?” Thorpe questions.
Without a pause Bianca continues unbothered, “True, you are currently engaged to her; but that does not mean you are free to treat her as you please.”
“As he pleases,” Rowan softly adds, stopping writing for a moment.
“As he pleases.” Yoko joins with a mocking tone.
Stepping forward Bianca resumes the chastisement, “Do not abuse the Rose Bride, Thorpe. The student council exists by the will of End of the World. If they learn of this, they will not let it go lightly.”
“Mind your own business,” Thorpe laughs back. He then grabs Enid by the waist and pulls her into him, her face set with visible discomfort at this action.
“The Rose Bride and I are just a happy pair of lovebirds. We don’t want you meddling in our affairs.”
With a click the stopwatch in Rowan’s hand freezes on 3.12 seconds. He looks down at it saying, “Lovebirds.”
“For now,” Enid says in a meager voice, barely heard over the silence, “I am Master Thorpe’s Bride.” She closes her eyes and puts her head down continuing, “I will do whatever Master Thorpe tells me to do.”
“See,” Thorpe says, pushing Enid to move with him, “how nice a couple we are?”
He stops at the door and turns his head, “and if you are so concerned about the rules of the rose seal then you may follow them and duel with me for the Rose Bride. My fellow council members,” the last part tinged with a sneer.
Rebuffing him, Bianca retorts, “Do not forget that a new duelist will soon be here…”
“I look forward to seeing who will challenge me.” Thorpe snaps back, cutting her off and laughs. He continues to hold Enid close to him as he walks out the door leaving the other three council members.
Outside other students are milling around, while Wednesday is laying down in the shade thinking while Eugene is sitting beside her.
“Can you tell me about that ring you have?” Eugene asks, looking at the ring Wednesday wears, “it looks just like our school’s rose crest.”
“It could be,” Wednesday replies, raising her hand to look at the rose crested ring closer.
“If you did not get it here then who gave it to you?”
“A prince on a grey horse,” Wednesday responds.
“What?”
“This ring will lead you to me one day…” Wednesday says, closing her eyes in thought.
“What do you mean?”
“I remember someone saying that to me when I got it,” Wednesday opens her eyes and continues, “I was so young that I can hardly remember it.”
“When I was little, I used to believe my mothers when they would tell me I was a prince from the Bee Kingdom.”
“Does that explain your infatuation with apis mellifera?” Wednesday asks, getting up from the ground and walking to the school.
“No,” Eugene responds, following her, “I mean I always had a thing for bees so they might have just said that to make me happy before I understood how a hive is a matriarchal structure so having a prince would be laughable.”
As they are entering the school halls from outside the normal droning sounds of students suddenly go whisper quiet, then the sounds of various phones all seem to go off at once. Eugene looks over at Wednesday, “I wonder what this is all about?” Everyone they see has their face lit by a phone screen; groups gathering together and laughter starts to break out.
“Pass me your phone,” Wednesday replies, putting her hand ready to use one of those accursed devices if it will quickly clear up what is causing this disruption.
“Use your own…” Eugene says back then remembers, “right, technology not your strong suit, let me get mine.”
As Eugene fumbles into his pocket Wednesday walks up to one of the other students and leers over their phone with a bitter tone, “What is going on?
“Oh, just some fool's love letter got posted onto the school’s wall,” they respond, pulling their phone away from the girl.
Wednesday quickly looks with just her eyes to the left and right, “I do not see anything different about the walls here, except the abnormal amount of brainless people between them right now.”
“Not the physical wall, the school’s website wall.”
“I do not have the patience to have you explain the incipient details, I want to know why it has caused such a collapse in the normal lack of civility.”
“Oh, just the love letter was hand written and goes something like, “And so, I dance with you in my dreams, dear Thorpe. You smile at me, gently. You must think I am a fool for sending this.”
Someone calls out with a laugh, “I’ll say!” and everyone else joins in the chorus of laughter.
“Remove it.” Wednesday snaps.
“I can’t,” the student says, lifting their phone back up to try to shoo away the girl annoying him now.
Like a snake Wednesday snatches the phone from his hands and is looking at the image of the letter and knows who’s handwriting it is.
“Hey, give that back,” he shouts, “I literally cannot, only teachers or people on the student council can post things there.”
With this new information she simply lets the phone fall from her hands, replying.
“You are all spineless, feeding on the suffering of someone who put themselves out there for another, I am all for enjoying another’s suffering, but this level of puerile prank is hardly worth the time I wasted finding out about it.” The student catches the phone as Wednesday turns around.
During this time Eugene finally was able to find his phone, turn it on and was greeted by the love letter. The one he had sent. A second later Wednesday meets his gaze as tears start to well in his eyes.
“Eugene.”
With that Eugene runs off trying to hold his composure.
“Eugene.” Wednesday yells, hurrying to catch him.
Wednesday catches up to Eugene who has collapsed against a tree broken down crying.
“You wrote that letter to Thorpe?” Wednesday asks looking down on him.
Eugene does not answer.
‘Thorpe will not get away this time,’ Wednesday thinks with the scene of a face getting slapped flashing in her mind and she quickly turns away heading to where she knows Thorpe will be. But first, evidence.
Wednesday storms into the dojo, finding her target just finishing his kendo practice.
She holds out a printed image of the letter Eugene wrote, “Did you receive this?”
“How should I know?” Thorpe casually asks, resting his shinai across his shoulder, “I throw away a lot of letters that I get, anyone could have found it and posted it online.”
“Only a select few have the ability to have it appear in such a public place,” Wednesday retorts.
“I can do whatever I want with the trash I get,” he smiles raises his head as if to land the winning blow in this verbale match, “but now that I do think of it, it was a stupid, still thing, so I am glad it was able to give others such joy.”
With this he turns his back on Wednesday and goes back to doing practice swings with the shinai, “Was that all you wanted to talk about?”
“No.”
Within that one syllable Wednesday has already grabbed a spare shinai and got in a dueling stance with the tip pointed at Thorpe.
“You’re the head of the kendo club, correct?” she asks, moving in closer for a strike.
“What are you going on about?” Thorpe replies, stopping his practice swings and dropping from his stance.
“I challenge you to a duel with me today after school.”
“Is that it? I guess that means you’re the next challenger,” Thorpe says with a smile.
“And what do you mean by that?” she questions trying to not let him get her off guard.
As if intentionally not answering her, “All right then. I’ll meet you after class at the dueling arena in the forest behind the school.”
“You mean the forest that is off-limits to students?” she asks, not taking her eyes from him.
“So you know about it, good. See you there,” he replies with a wide smile.
“Fine, but If I do not see you there, I will not let you choose when the next duel will be,” she says, lowering her shinai.
“Just meet me in the arena, I’ll even let you use that bamboo practice sword you seem to have already taken a liking to.” Thorpe says as he brushes by Wednesday leaving the dojo.
As he brushes against her she hears the sound of church bells in the distance and her head flips back as a vision begins.
In it she sees the shadows of two female students against a wall, their movements exaggerated by the way the shadows dance across the wall.
“Do you know? Do you know? Have you heard the news?” the one with a large bow on her he says leaning into the other in a mock whispering gesture.
Leaning in to whisper back in a similar way the other girl replies, “There’ll be another duel today in the forest behind the school.”
The one with the bow takes a knee and lifts her hands together in front of her face, “Oh, brave hero! Brave hero, who fights for her friend’s sake.”
They both stand up and if the shadows had faces they would be looking back at the viewer.
“But, be careful, brave hero,” one says, rising up while the other squats down and spreads their arms out.
“There are rules in the forest,” the other says as they switch stances mirroring the way the other looked before.
Continuing this up and down mimicry of each other, these shadow girls continue to speak, “Do you know what they are?”
“Do you know?” one says, then the other, “Do you know?”
“Do you know what they are?” the girls finish together and Wednesday’s head falls back into place, the vision ending.
Shaking her head she grips the shinai tighter in her grip, she is better at fencing but this was the weapon given to her.
Exiting the school in the shadows, she quickly enters into the forest and finds a pathway that she had not seen before. Following it she comes upon a handle set in a stonewall with the rose crest pattern to each side.
“A handle with no door, how does one open such a thing,” she questions out loud.
Reaching for the handle, she grabs it and from some unseen place a single drop of water hits the center of the rose crest ring. Suddenly water starts to pour in all around her creating pools along the pathway she was just on. As this is going on the stone seems to blossom creating an opening with a large stone rose above it. The water stops and an entrice now stands before her where there was just a stone wall before.
She looks at her ring with a knowing smile, “One day…”
“I will take this as an invitation,” she says as now is not the time to think of the past, she still has a duel to win.
Gathering herself up she walks through the entrice and finds a massive spiral staircase. She ascends the stairs as they keep winding around and around seeming to go on endlessly rising into the sky. Finally after what seems like ages she comes to the top of the arena, with an open arch proclaiming the end of the journey.
As she walks through the arch she looks up something that even she has a hard time believing, “How can a castle float in midair?” she asks herself, seeing a massive gothic style castle floating upside down above.
“Oh, yes,” Thorpe’s voice rings out.
“You have never seen the castle before, have you?” he asks as he walks over to meet her.
Wednesday looks at him, “What is that really? I could not see it from outside the forest.”
“A kind of mirage,” he replies, “Think of it as a trick of the light.”
“A mirage?”
“Never mind that. I’m surprised that a person like you who is not in the student council wears the rose seal.”
“Rose seal?”
Holding his hand out, fingers spread, Thorpe shows off a ring that matches the one on Wednesday’s hand, “One of these.”
“That ring?”
Ignoring her, Thorpe calls out, “Enid! Prepare us!”
From the side between Wednesday and Thorpe slowly walks Enid. Instead of her normal school uniform, Enid is wearing a bright red wedding dress with a train that drags behind her, and on her head is a golden tiara. In her hands she is holding two roses, one in a green matching that of Thorpe’s uniform and one of a pale black.
“Enid Sinclair,” Wednesday gasps at this revelation.
Continuing forward Enid places the green rose onto Thorpe’s chest, she turns and heads towards Wednesday.
“Sinclair, what are you doing, why are you here?”
“It is the Rose Bride’s place to be here, and so she is here.” Thorpe replies.
“Rose Bride?”
As she asks this Enid walks over to Wednesday and places the black rose onto her chest.
“This scent…” Wednesday whispers as the memory of her prince embracing her comes into sharp view for a second, “It’s the same. The same rose scent that they had…”
“If the rose is knocked off your chest, you lose the duel,” Enid says to Wednesday, breaking her out of the memory.
“Good luck,” Enid adds, with the first smile Wednesday had seen on the girl’s face.
In a flash, Thorpe storms over to Enid and slaps her, knocking her to the ground.
Wednesday drops down to help Enid up, “What are you doing?!” she yells at Thorpe with an added intensity to her glare.
“How dare you Enid!” Thorpe yells back, “You are the Rose Bride! That means you belong to me!”
He pauses for a moment to collect himself, “What is the meaning of you wishing good luck to someone else?”
“Forgive me, Master Thorpe,” Enid quickly replies, lowering her face.
“What is wrong with you?” Wednesday asks, “Why would you take that from this guy?”
“Because Master Thorpe is the current duelist champion. As such, he can do with me as he likes,” is her reply.
“What do you mean? You’re not his girlfriend?”
Before Wednesday can get an answer, Thorpe calls out, “Come. Let us begin,” and moves to a position in the dueling arena.
Wednesday stares daggers at him, then she looks at Enid with a softness just breaking the edges of her fury.
“I do not know what is going on here, but I just have to beat him, correct?”
After receiving no answer, Wednesday strides after Thorpe to get into position for the duel. After they are both in place Enid steps between the two and holds her hands close together.
“Oh roses of the noble castle,” Enid chats as a light starts to glow in the space between her hands. It becomes a sphere and becomes so bright that it is hard to look at. As this is going on a wind is blowing from it as well, causing Enid’s dress to bellow outward.
“Now what? Is this another ‘trick of the light?’” Wednesday asks holding up a hand to block the blinding light.
“Oh Power of Inari that slumbers within me,”Enid continues as the light suddenly flashes and she bends backwards, the light now merging into her chest.
“Harken unto thy master and reveal to us…” she continues as a sword springs from where the light was and Thorp catches her before she can fall over pulling the sword from her chest, he finishes the chant, “the power to revolutionize the world!”
He holds the sword up, the light seems to have been absorbed into it shimmering with the light not cast. In the distinct church bells ring, the duel has begun.
In a flash Wednesday draws the shinai and attacks forward, clashing against Thorpe’s attack that he had lasted out with. Using both hands she pushes into the strike and he withdraws the blade changing from two handed to one handed grip and then swings it high, which she blocks and then follows with a retort to his side. He sidesteps this attack and starts laughing as he launches a fury of blows forcing Wednesday to block each one putting her on the back foot. As this continues Enid stands almost lifeless watching the duel unfold with no visible change to indicate who, if any one, she wants to win.
“You’re pretty good,” Thorpe says as he again pushes into an attack, having Wednesday hold it off with a high guard, “for a girl.”
Keeping the pressure on he continues, “So, trying to be the prince who saves the damsel in distress?”
“Well?” he asks with a dark laugh, Thorpe pulls back and swings the sword with abandonment, not attacking Wednesday or the rose she wears but the shinai she has been using.
With a loud snap, the sword of bamboo is sliced leaving just the hilt intacted. The force of this blow knocks Wednesday back causing her to fall to the ground. She rolls over sitting up and looks at the remains of her weapon. The shock of what happened quickly fades as she can see how she was set up.
“Saying that I could use the ‘bamboo practice sword’ for the duel,” she says coldly, wishing she had brought an épée or foil.
“I’m shocked,” Thorpe replies with a smirk to his lips, “You challenge the Sword of Inari with a useless bamboo practice sword, I never said you had to use it.”
“The Sword of Inari?” asked Wednesday as Enid still stands watching what is unfolding without any remark.
“You do not know about the Sword of Inari?” Thorpe replies and walks away then turns back to face Wednesday, “Who are you? Now you’ve got me interested.”
Wednesday lifts herself off the ground and faces him, “the duel is not over.”
“Quite right. If you wish I can cut that rose from your chest with a single stroke. You had the courage to come and face me, after all.”
Thorpe raises up the blade looking at it and not Wednesday, “The prince on a black horse, here to save her princess!” He then laughs.
Wednesday looks at the remains of her shinai in her hands then readies it for an attack. As she launches herself at the distracted Thorpe, her braids start to whip around in the air and she swears she can hear someone say something to her.
“Little one, who bears up alone in such deep sorrow. Never lose that strength or nobility, even when you grow up.”
“What,” Thorpe replies and takes a step back in surprise at this attack.
Wednesday continues to charge at him holding the broken shinai up, she yells out trying to focus her power into her attack. With this cry Enid gasps, pulling her hands to her face in shock, this being the first reaction to anything that has gone on during the duel.
Thorpe readies his sword and charges forward against Wednesday, “You fool!”
The two duelists clash into each other aiming for the rose the other wears, time freezing as they do, then they continue to move apart. For a moment both are unaware what the results of this all out attack by Wednesday was.
Looking down Wednesday sees her rose is still intact. Seeing her rose unmarred Thorpe looks down to see the petals of his rose slowly start to scatter from the hit it had received.
“Impossible! How could I have lost?” he cries out with a gasp.
With this revelation he sits down and looks over to Enid and calls, “Enid!”
She turns to Thorpe, a small soft smile on her face that looks foreign to him, “Cheer up, mister Thorpe.” Hearing this from her causes his eyes to open wider than before and he cannot move. And with that the bells that rang in the duel are heard marking its close.
“Well, what an unexpected development,” Bianca says. She is standing on top of a wall holding a pair of opera glasses to her face. She had seen the whole duel from a distance. “I might have to change my tune around her. Oh, yes,” she continues talking, lowering the glasses from her face, “darling.” With a smile, “maybe I am going to get some real competition.”
Night has fallen and Wednesday walks away from the school.
“Yes, this has been one truly weird day,” she says with a sigh, “I will need to find what all that was about.”
She stops walking, “Or would it be better to just forget?”
No, she was used to the creepy, kooky, mysterious, and spooky but weird weird is where answers were needed. She then continues forward and sees someone unexpectedly walk into the path she was headed down.
“You?”
“I’ve been waiting for you, Miss Wednesday,” Enid says with a smile. She is back in her school uniform as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. She continues, “I am the Rose Bride. From this day forward, I belong to you.”
To Be Continued…