"Did Annabella love her husband?" Elizabeth spoke up for the first time. She had woken up a few moments before to find herself not in the room of mirrors, but some kind of an attic room. Decididng to stay silent until she got her bearings and was confident she hadn't been trapped by any spectres, she listened intently to what was going on around her, what the others were saying.
Now she sat up, slowly and painfully, for her whole body seemed to ache and when she looked down it was to see a great number of cuts all over her hands and arms. Choosing to ignore them, (for she believed the pain would only exist as long as she chose toi be aware of it) she moved closer to the group to further question them.
"When did they marry? They were very young, were they not?" she ventured, recalling reading something of that nature while doing her research. Annabella had only been 19 or there abouts, and Hoxac was a bit older, his mid twenties. They both came from very rich and esteemed families, the match was a perfect one, on all accounts, Hoxac had land, and a steady rather large income, while Annabella had to her name, money and position. Both families were thrilled with the match. One account of their wedding day in an old newspaper Elizabeth found reviewed the day as "a fantasy wedding, with the most dashing groom, and a bride, while slightly weepy (which is to be expected on such an emotional day) put up a show of every charm and every grace. At times, she seemed so delerious with happiness (in particular when it came to the vows) she hardly seemed to know where she was."
That last comment had stuck in Elizabeth's memory. For some reason it made her uneasy. Yes, a bride should be deleriously happy on her wedding day, but why should she not know where she was? It struck her as very odd.
"There was something I read, about their wedding, I don't know if it's important or not...it probably isn't, but it's...well, I thought it was strange."
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