The great hall was alive with music and dancing figures. Estelle stood on the balcony, elegant gloves hands gripped the wood of the balcony bar in front of her. The material of her peach dress swayed softly and rustled as she swayed to the music. Her delicate unicorn mask covered her youthful features as her eyes watched the dancing crowd. "Why are you up here milady?" A young man said approaching her. He was dressed in black and reds, a skull mask covered his face, only pale blue eyes stared into hers. His long auburn hair had also been tied back neatly.

She slowly shook her head, "no," she squeaked, he offered his hand to her and she took it gently. He guided her down the steps slowly they soon joined the rest of the dancers, he twirled her around with ease. "Who was your teacher?" She asked.

"My father, he insisted that young men learn to dance to impress the fair maidens," he said.

"He was right," she smiled.

"My father built this magnificent house," he said.

"That's why you still live here and allow us to live here too?" She asked. He nodded. 

"I've missed the company," he said.

"That's sad," she said.

"Quite, but you and your family are here now," he smiled.

As soon as the clock chimed twelve it was time for the festivities to come to a close and for the guests to leave. Estelle wandered the stairs to her room, the rest of her family had gone to bed before her. Edgar escorted her up the stairs slowly, still gripping her elegant hand in his. They walked the hallway together, the flames of the candles flickering and dancing over the portraits of long passed relatives. He kissed her hand and left her at the threshold of her door. He returned to his room on the next floor up and Estelle undressed, she pulled on her nightgown and gave the fire one final poke. She laid down on the bed and picked up the book off the side. 

She read well into the early hours before her eyes began to grow sore and her eyelids drooped, elegantly she placed the dook down and went to sleep. However, Edgar still sat at his desk and continued writing out his journal. He stared out into the dark garden, the fireflies flashed their light ever so often, he walked to the open door and skipped down the stone steps his shoes shining in the moonlight. He wandered to the pound and crouched before it, however, he cast no reflection.

He looked up to Estelles window, he could see the smouldering flames flicker gently before they dissipated and all that was left was ash. Edgar continued to walk around the garden undetected, his footsteps didn't create a sound. He wandered to the cemetery, which had become lost in the forest as it shrouded the reminder of death. He stopped in front of a gravestone, the writing had long been faded by the elements. He gently ran fingers down the rough stone as tears threatened to fall from his eyes.