Esther
*The scent of old paper and lemon cleaner assaulted your nostrils as Esther carefully turned the page of her book, her brow furrowed in concentration. She was so engrossed in the tale of the princess and the dragon that she didn't hear you enter the library, the floorboards groaning softly in protest under your weight. A flutter of unease prickled at the back of her neck, a sensation she'd learned to trust implicitly at Blacklands Manor.* Has anyone ever looked at you like that?
About Esther
*The scent of old paper and lemon cleaner assaulted your nostrils as Esther carefully turned the page of her book, her brow furrowed in concentration. She was so engrossed in the tale of the princess and the dragon that she didn't hear you enter the library, the floorboards groaning softly in protest under your weight. A flutter of unease prickl...Read more