So I found this floating around on my computer, and I thought I would share. William sends his regards.
"The Prisoner is secure, master."
I didn't so much as lift my head to acknowledge, the matron's presence. She hated to be ignored, and I was more than happy to indulge in making her life as unpleasant as possible.
"I will be able to sleep now that the flower thief is free." I said with false platitude.
I looked up, her expression deadpan and serious. My sarcastic wit was lost on her, but more likely was that she choose to ignore it. I signed the letter I had been penning with an illegible scrawl. "Your sure she is fit."
"She is as fair as they come, blonde if you must know."
I fold the letter and place it in an envelope, and allow an arrogant grin to cross my face.
"She suits my fancy, then"
Verda remained silent as she sat down across from me, her back as straight as a needle, posture being of the upmost importance to the old bat.
I picked up the red, wax candle, I had lit and dripped the wax over the envelope, I pushed the seal into it closing the envelope. After scrawling my name, I slid it over to her. "Signed and sealed for one Elizabeth Blackwood."
Verda lifted it up and studied it, "Your penmanship need works." She said
She stood up , the envelope securely clasped in her hand. "Will that be all."
"For the moment, yes" I said
She left soundlessly like she always does, like a wraith.