Chapter 45

Amelia sat in the finest nightwear she had, her blond hair brushed back and held neatly, if she was going to die she would die elegantly. The events of the past months ran through her mind, her family was the villain. They had ruined the lives of all their children and she hated them , she could not go anywhere and she felt like the voices I her head were growing louder. There was nothing more to life, she was tired and it was not going to get better she knew. She had gone through all she had last night, stroking each of them and saying goodbye to them. She wanted to write a note, but there would be no need, she climbed on her bed, lay in the middle and adjusted her cloth. Her hands shook as she brought the blade up to her wrist, but there was no turning back. The scream of the maid that entered her chambers that morning notified the household. * * Philip looked at himself in a small mirror in his cabin, his beards this past few months had grown more than usual, and the eye bags und