|
|
Dutchess Cassandra Wikkheiser
An entrance
The whisper cringled the cold air. In the Reichland of Austria, it was always cold. The snow lined every cloud, and even reawakened sun. It was perfect for Cassie.
A stern, motherly woman in her thirties who could pass for royalty would walk aimlessly around her home. Her warm gaze was sometimes deceiving, as she truly only showed her affection to Hasek and the Duke William. But neither was she standoffish and brutally forthcoming. It was that quiet sententiousness that offset her.
Late in the evening, long past the hour when her dark locks had been spun up to rest, Cassie was found reading. It was an old past time, and habits were unbreakable with this woman. Especially the habit of loving few and trusting fewer.
|
| |
"I would not have anyone adopt my mode of living on any account; for, bside that before he has fairly learned it I may have found out another for myself, I desire that there may be as many different persons in the world as possble; but I would have each one be careful to find out and pursue his own way..." ~Thoreau |
Dutchess Cassandra herself, gazing out over the world. |
| |
"It was the fatal flaw of humanity which Nature, in one shape or another, stamps ineffaceably on all her productions, either to imply that they are temporary and finite, or that their perfection must be wrought by toil and pain." ~ Hawthorne |
Her Arabian Stallion, Moonstruck - Cassie's wonderhorse. |
| |
|
|
|
|
