D'Gemwick - Princess of Peril
Acte 8 Stalking
A Wicked Turn
Acte 8
Almost purring like the proverbial cat, he began to scoop up the unbelievable riches that the jewel case had contained, feeling his pouch growing delightfully ever heavier by the quickly passing seconds.
He opened a small silver case he found inside the bottom drawer and eyed the dazzling matching set of rubies that greeted his hungry hazel coloured eyes. Closing it, he dropped it neatly into the pouch and finished his work.
Where in blazes were the emeralds that had been on the lady as her portrait had been painted?
Disappointedly, nowhere in sight!
As he placed in the final bit of jewellery, a rather large cocktail ring, in with the rest of its purloined companions, his eyes traveled to the rather inviting diamond tiara that lay upon a silk leopard-skin slip.
It was real he noted with a combination of pleasure and bewilderment.
Why was it not being worn out this evening by the fair lady of the manor?
This whole affair all been far too easy, and the jewels far to beckoningly valuable, and this,… this regal headpiece fit for a queen, and worth a king’s ransom, was laying here, unprotected, unguarded, why?
Indeed…. Why?
Acte 8 Stalking
A Wicked Turn
Acte 8
Almost purring like the proverbial cat, he began to scoop up the unbelievable riches that the jewel case had contained, feeling his pouch growing delightfully ever heavier by the quickly passing seconds.
He opened a small silver case he found inside the bottom drawer and eyed the dazzling matching set of rubies that greeted his hungry hazel coloured eyes. Closing it, he dropped it neatly into the pouch and finished his work.
Where in blazes were the emeralds that had been on the lady as her portrait had been painted?
Disappointedly, nowhere in sight!
As he placed in the final bit of jewellery, a rather large cocktail ring, in with the rest of its purloined companions, his eyes traveled to the rather inviting diamond tiara that lay upon a silk leopard-skin slip.
It was real he noted with a combination of pleasure and bewilderment.
Why was it not being worn out this evening by the fair lady of the manor?
This whole affair all been far too easy, and the jewels far to beckoningly valuable, and this,… this regal headpiece fit for a queen, and worth a king’s ransom, was laying here, unprotected, unguarded, why?
Indeed…. Why?