Literature
Withered Rose Part 3
*spoilers*
The man straightened his stance. He was richly dressed, and his dark, gold trimmed cloak, hung on a stand nearby. His dark hair was pulled into a neat pony tail so it stayed out of his eyes. He placed his hands behind his back and stared forward for a moment. He then swiveled in place with a cheery smile on his face, "Children! it has come to my attention that you have some sort of magic box, may I see it?"
Rose timidly grabbed her arm, "W-we wound it up and, made a wish and, i-it vanished." Rose set her teeth and looked to the ground, expecting an enraged response.
Lucien's smile died, "After you used it?"
Rose didn't lift her