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The Countess and Her Knight

A Dark Crest Novel ------------------------------- You can now find the complete edited version of this novel on amazon! -------------------------------- After getting engaged to a man she's never met. Caroline moves to the Van Estate, where she realizes that her husband to be, is not who he seems. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- "Caroline!" The voice of her pursuer calls out to her, as she turns down the darkly lit corridor, hoping to elude them. But the footsteps only get closer, and closer. She runs down the end of the corridor, to a crossroad. "Right or left?" The footsteps get closer. "Was the exit right or left?!" She thinks to herself, as the voice once again calls out to her. "Caroline! Come out, come out, wherever you are!" "Right!" She turns down the right corridor and runs as fast as she's able. As she gets closer, a bright light shines through. Causing her to almost leap with joy, she had chosen the right way! Or at least that's what she had thought. As she gets closer she realizes that this is in fact a dead end. The light was coming from a window; taking up the majority of the wall. She turns to go back, but she's met with a familiar pair of vibrant, purple eyes, staring back at her from the end of the hallway. She freezes in fear, as the figure grins, and calmly walks towards her. "Found you." ---------------------------------------------------------------------- For Updates follow me on Instagram @Zakiyahlwilliams and @KiyahLW

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Chapter Twenty - One - Diary Entry #4

September 5, 1822

We arrived at the estate late last night. Cecile got motion sickness, and hasn't been able to come out much. Luckily, everyone else arrived unscathed; this almost wasn't the case.

On our way a man had fallen out in front of the carriage, scaring the horses. I strangely can't remember much about his appearance now that I think about it. He was dressed up proper, he seemed to be a nobleman, yet he was out alone in the pouring rain.

Mom went out to talk to him, she didn't tell me what about; I'd assume to see if he was robbed, or lost.

During their conversation, he looked at the carriage. Something about his gaze told everything to me, to run. It felt as if he was looking through me. Not only was his gaze chilling, he had the strangest eye color.