Door Opened

[Margaret's Perspective]

I reached out to touch Elizabeth's hair, then realized I was still bound and gave up.

"There might still be some estrangement between you and Armstrong, but that will change. Sooner or later, he will learn to cherish you."

"If Armstrong can love me as much as Donald loves you, then I might not care about the ritual…" Elizabeth muttered.

Elizabeth's tone made my heart ache. I wished there was something I could do to help her.

Suddenly, I heard footsteps coming from the door.

Elizabeth and I looked at each other. We moved in each other's direction and linked our fingers.

Footsteps approached us. Then I heard a key turn.

Someone was coming in.

Is this person good or bad? What's his purpose in coming in? Elizabeth and I were completely unaware. We were like prisoners waiting for the judgment of fate.

The door creaked open.