smile growing by the minute.
For a brief space of time, she was able to think of Ravensclyde as hers. All the worries, all the heartache of the past year could be pushed away – and hopefully forgotten. Even if it wasn’t, Ravensclyde was giving Meg the time she needed to right her crumbling world.
She took the noon meal in the tower room so she could continue looking over her findings. Some were crumbling into dust, and others were too chipped or faded to put out. Already Meg knew where she would put the wardrobe, three side tables, a landscape painting, two tapestries, and a bench.
There was a settee with three matching chairs she was considering having recovered to put in the parlor to brighten up the room.
With the last bite in her mouth, Meg dusted off her hands and stood to wander around the pieces. She had hoped to find more – and Aunt Tilly had led her to believe there was much more – but she would make do with the few items she had found.
She would have repairs started on the others immediately. There was history in all of the pieces, and she wanted to see all of it every day.
Meg walked around a buffet table that needed to be sanded down and repainted. She took a step back to get a better view of the side, and ran into the wall.
And heard the click of a door latch.
She immediately turned to see that a door had come open. A door she had been too busy looking at furniture to notice.
Meg pushed open the door and leaned her head inside. A slow smile spread over her face when she saw another room, twice the size of the one she was just in, and filled with more covered furniture.
Immediately she began to move from piece to piece uncovering them. It wasn’t until she neared the far left corner that she spotted a tall covered piece set aside, as if separated from the rest.
Curious, Meg walked toward it. With each step, a prickling stole over her skin that was a peculiar and exciting mixture of foreboding and anticipation.
When she lifted her hand to grasp the sheet, she found it shaking.
Suddenly, the tower was too quiet, the room too still. She forced a laugh, hoping the sound of her own voice would help calm her.
It didn’t.
“How silly I’m being,” she said aloud and swallowed. “I wanted to be here by myself.”
Meg took a deep breath once she realized how foolish she was being. And with a yank, pulled down the sheet.
To find a huge mirror.
It might look like a mirror, but it couldn’t be because it didn’t reflect her or her surroundings. There was nothing but darkness in the glass. It gaped around her, seeming to suck all the light from the room.
Meg shivered and hastily threw the sheet back over the mirror before she ran out of the tower as if flames were licking at her heels.
~ ~ ~
Ronan opened his eyes. For just a moment he could have sworn he saw light. When only the blackness met his gaze, he realized he must have been dreaming of sunshine.
Again.
How much time had passed? There was no way to tell, and he probably didn’t want to know. It seemed lifetimes ago that he had stood with his friends in a gypsy camp eager to ease the ache of his cock between Ana’s beautiful thighs.
Twice before he had been let out of the mirror. The first time he had been so shocked he hadn’t realized what was going on. The woman had been startled by his sudden appearance and ran screaming from the room.
Ronan had taken his chance and climbed out the window, scaled the wall of the castle, and started running across the countryside.
He got away. Or so he thought. Two days later, he woke up back in that room with the female staring down at him angrily. Next to her was an old woman who had the dark eyes of a gypsy.
Ronan had reached out his hand, in the middle of begging them to let him stay, when the mirror sucked him back in.
The second time, he was more prepared. As soon as he was thrown out of the mirror, he gave the young lass a charming smile.
She was a rather plain female,
For a brief space of time, she was able to think of Ravensclyde as hers. All the worries, all the heartache of the past year could be pushed away – and hopefully forgotten. Even if it wasn’t, Ravensclyde was giving Meg the time she needed to right her crumbling world.
She took the noon meal in the tower room so she could continue looking over her findings. Some were crumbling into dust, and others were too chipped or faded to put out. Already Meg knew where she would put the wardrobe, three side tables, a landscape painting, two tapestries, and a bench.
There was a settee with three matching chairs she was considering having recovered to put in the parlor to brighten up the room.
With the last bite in her mouth, Meg dusted off her hands and stood to wander around the pieces. She had hoped to find more – and Aunt Tilly had led her to believe there was much more – but she would make do with the few items she had found.
She would have repairs started on the others immediately. There was history in all of the pieces, and she wanted to see all of it every day.
Meg walked around a buffet table that needed to be sanded down and repainted. She took a step back to get a better view of the side, and ran into the wall.
And heard the click of a door latch.
She immediately turned to see that a door had come open. A door she had been too busy looking at furniture to notice.
Meg pushed open the door and leaned her head inside. A slow smile spread over her face when she saw another room, twice the size of the one she was just in, and filled with more covered furniture.
Immediately she began to move from piece to piece uncovering them. It wasn’t until she neared the far left corner that she spotted a tall covered piece set aside, as if separated from the rest.
Curious, Meg walked toward it. With each step, a prickling stole over her skin that was a peculiar and exciting mixture of foreboding and anticipation.
When she lifted her hand to grasp the sheet, she found it shaking.
Suddenly, the tower was too quiet, the room too still. She forced a laugh, hoping the sound of her own voice would help calm her.
It didn’t.
“How silly I’m being,” she said aloud and swallowed. “I wanted to be here by myself.”
Meg took a deep breath once she realized how foolish she was being. And with a yank, pulled down the sheet.
To find a huge mirror.
It might look like a mirror, but it couldn’t be because it didn’t reflect her or her surroundings. There was nothing but darkness in the glass. It gaped around her, seeming to suck all the light from the room.
Meg shivered and hastily threw the sheet back over the mirror before she ran out of the tower as if flames were licking at her heels.
~ ~ ~
Ronan opened his eyes. For just a moment he could have sworn he saw light. When only the blackness met his gaze, he realized he must have been dreaming of sunshine.
Again.
How much time had passed? There was no way to tell, and he probably didn’t want to know. It seemed lifetimes ago that he had stood with his friends in a gypsy camp eager to ease the ache of his cock between Ana’s beautiful thighs.
Twice before he had been let out of the mirror. The first time he had been so shocked he hadn’t realized what was going on. The woman had been startled by his sudden appearance and ran screaming from the room.
Ronan had taken his chance and climbed out the window, scaled the wall of the castle, and started running across the countryside.
He got away. Or so he thought. Two days later, he woke up back in that room with the female staring down at him angrily. Next to her was an old woman who had the dark eyes of a gypsy.
Ronan had reached out his hand, in the middle of begging them to let him stay, when the mirror sucked him back in.
The second time, he was more prepared. As soon as he was thrown out of the mirror, he gave the young lass a charming smile.
She was a rather plain female,
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