Alexia's Letter To Alfred

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    Alexia's Letter To Alfred

    Starting with the flame of a candle and looking to the blurred background.
    A woman sitting at a desk surrounded by candle light writing.
    She starts:
    My Dear Alfred,
    You can hear the instrumental version of the Ashford family lullaby, Berceuse, playing as if by record.
    So much time you have spent alone.
    Seeing her pinks lips partially opened.
    In a strange, cold, dark and lonely world.
    F
    acing the back of the woman.
    Her long, straight, blond hair reaching to the middle of her back.
    She wears a royal purple dress with white evening gloves stretching to her elbows.
    So little affection has been given to you.
    No one to talk with.
    The view slowly moving from left to right showing a picture of a man sitting with two children standing beside him.
    A young girl on the left and a young boy on the right.
    Both about the age of eleven or twelve.
    No one to touch.
    No one to love.
    No one to trust.
    Showing a profile of the woman's cheek, but seeing only from cheek bone to the bottom of her jaw.
    Her hair behind her ear and you can see a blurry picture in the background of what seems to be a man sitting.
    You can barely make out his knees at the top of the screen and his legs go all the way down.
    I could never know what it is like to have to watch your back every waking moment and to never sleep.
    The days must seem all as one.
    Watching from surface level her hand writing on the paper.
    My dearest dear Alfred, soon shall I awakened from this, what seems like an endless, sleep and soon we shall be reunited.
    We shall be together once more.
    Looking down from ceiling view.
    I have heard your words.
    The words that begged of me to come back and to comfort the only one that matters to me.
    Looking into her bright blue eyes.
    The only one that is good enough for my touch and to set eyes upon me.
    The only one I trust with my secrets.
    Looking into the flames of the candle.
    My heart yearns for you just as well.
    Starting from the foot, we look onto the bed.
    The purple covers and the white pillows so neatly laying to cover the mattress.
    I can only imagine the loneliness you have endured in my absence.
    All the days you have been alone.
    I remember the day I was put here to sleep.
    Watching the hand writing.
    The thought of not seeing you for fifteen years.
    The look in your eyes.
    You were begging me not to go.
    My heart felt so heavy.
    I have almost gave up my experiment.
    Staring at the boy so completely grown in to a man.

    He is wearing a red military style jacket that comes to mid-thigh.
    His jacket has gold epaulets with fringing and a gold fringe running from the right shoulder to the center.
    The jacket has gold and black trim around the cuffs along with buttons down the front and a gold medal on the left side.
    Under his jacket is a white shirt with a white cravat.
    Over his jacket he wears a wide brown leather belt with a gold buckle.
    His pants are white with a red stripe down the outside with black dress shoes.
    He stands with a sniper riffle in his hand.
    You must understand all the trust I have in you to put you in charge.
    I have given this to you for you are the only one I feel is responsible enough and I know that you love me so and that you wiil not allow anything to happen to me.
    Watching her chest as she breaths slightly more than normal.
    I am so sorry to have left you with nothing.
    Looking from her shoulder down to her elbow.
    Though you have been through so much I promise you that all is for reason and you shall be greatly rewarded.
    Alfred, I am on my way home to you and I shall never leave your side again.
    Looking over her being.
    Though you cannot the back of her you can see the top of her head, the bridge of her nose, the bared peice of her chest and see where the line of her dress' neck starts.
    You can see the top side of her choker's jewel. and the bottom piece of the paper she writes on.
    Alfred, the time has come.
    Soon you shall take your rightful place beside your queen.
    Looking at the painting on the wall.
    Starting from the bottom and slowly working the way to the top.
    It is the same picture as that you have seen on the table surface of a man and the two children.
    We shall reclaim our family's name.
    We shall be unstoppable.
    Looking at the profile of a hand resting on the paper so not to move it.
    All must be ready when I awaken.
    We will have the time needed for I will have to be rehabilitated, but that shall not take too long.
    Quickly looking at the Ashford family crest.
    In the good name of Veronica Ashford,
    I do solemnly swear.
    Seeing the letter in fancy writting she writes the last of her letter and leaves.
    Love Your Dearest Sister,
    Alexia.
    The pen laying diagonal on the letter we slowly close in.
    Then a loud bang like that of a shotgun can be heard off in the distance behind the closed in
    room.
    Vibration from what might be some kind of crash makes the pen roll till the clip stops it.
    A breath blows of the lit candles and a woman laughs wickedly in the dark.

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