Thomas Thorne had been shot. The man you had so yearned after, but who loved another- your sister of all women! You watched the whole facade out your window, shrieking in horror as Thomas collapsed to the ground outside in the garden.

“No!” You screamed, immediately exiting your room, tripping on the hem of your dress and toppling down the stairs, snapping your neck.

You had died. Your spirit rose up, eyes immediately looking around, then down at your body. Oh god.