Cursed

The nights blur into one another as I find myself ensnared in the relentless pursuit of a clandestine audience with Hannah. The governor’s house, an ivory tower nestled behind imposing walls, seems impregnable. Hannah, the elusive lady of the Plains, is a captive within, shielded by guards and the ever-watchful eyes of Rhamiel.

The absence of any official position for Hannah creates a formidable barrier. No avenue for formal communication exists, and even her family is allegedly barred from visiting. The walls around her are not just physical but also bureaucratic, an impenetrable fortress that separates her from the outside world.

Questions persist like a persistent whisper in my mind. Is she content within the confines of that opulent residence? Does she find happiness in the life she shares with Rhamiel? The uncertainty gnaws at me, pushing me deeper into the shadows as I grapple with the complexities of my plan.