Immortal-Horse

She stared fixatedly at the intimidating portrait of Lord Wakefield, now festering with mould his gaze was still stern and unyielding. The room itself felt like it was returning her stare;  you shouldn't be here, it whispered, she will know. Charlotte tried to ignore the atmosphere surrounding her as she made her way over to the sombre portrait, refusing to look around the room that had remained untouched for decades. She imagined that despite his austere gaze Wakefield was once a kind, light-hearted man; but it was hard to picture him smiling and laughing when she considered how dead and cold he looked in the portrait that portrayed him as a