Rosalie sat on her throne made of thorns once again. Her black horns and wings matched everything in the Moor now that she was in control. The Moor wasn't meant to be controlled, and turned dark with one who possessed it as theirs. It reflected her heart; dark and broken.<br/>---<br/>Isabelle sat in the dungeon. She had cone so close to getting what she needed and then of course Nicholas had to fail her. She cursed at him and hated him for his stupidity.