by pollydogluv » Wed Oct 05, 2011 7:34 am
Alice sat in her room putting on her finest dress for the ball, she had her corset tightened but she hated wearing them and stockings they made her feel too old.
“Don’t think I have any intention of caressing your cheek and saying I was wrong.. I will not weep and wonder what might have been.
I’m sure you understand.
Still… I’m proud of you, in a way. You’ve shown great conviction. Strength. Courage. All noble qualities.
I should have killed you long ago.” - Haytham Kenway