“So…how much would an empty gem cost?” I asked Beatrice, and she laughed.
“I don’t know. How much are you willing to pay for an empty chocolate wrapper?” she asked, and I frowned.
“Okay…that’s not fair, I mean this empty gem.” I pointed to the crystal. “has..mystery, a whole amount of juicy myths, conspiracies. I mean I’d say it’s half a chocolate plus its wrapper.”
“Calm down. I am not your target market.” She dismissed.
Beatrice scratched her chin, then cleared her throat.
“Fine, I’ll ask an archaeologist friend of mine about its historical value, though…he may be a little cooky.”
“What you mean?”
“You’ll see if you ever get to meet him.” She said then turned to the dresses on my spinning dresser. Beatrice paused for a few seconds then began stripping dresses hapha
Readers Discretion Is Advised: This Chapter Contains Some Mature Themes.Envia Countryside Four Years Ago.‘Missing: Lady Magdalene Debournetta of The Debournetta Household, Age: sixteen. Reward money for any information will depend on the provability of the statements provided.’ Was what the newspaper Daisy gripped in her hand read. It was terrible that more and more children were going missing. More so, girls. It was odd because most of them seemed to be of marriageable age; it was almost as though they were running away because they did not wish to marry their appointed suitor. Or perhaps she had just been projecting her problems on them, in any case, Dais
“La-latex cloths.” I squeaked, after realising that I had been staring at the younger lady for way longer than what had to be socially acceptable.“Uh…Vivanna, could you um-,” Bea said as she walked out of the closet stiffly, with an expression that did nothing to hide her shock.“Yes, My Lady, I shall place them on your dresser.” Magdalene smiled and bowed flawlessly then excused herself into my bedroom.Bea took this opportunity to walk out into the patio and shut the doors behind her.“Um…” Bea cleared her throat, then paced the space for a few seconds.“Oh! Spit it out, Beatrice.” I said in an annoyed tone.I was just as shocked as she was and the pacing was doing neither of us any favours.“Spit it out?? Me?? Spit it out? Don’t YOU, have anything to share with the class or rather your ‘business partner’?”“What, di
“Wait, why are you shocked?” Bea turned to me.“Oh, perhaps the lady did not know this then,” Magdalene excused my reaction, then continued. “But you did save my life, or rather gave me a chance.”“Saved your life?” I frowned. “Wait, sit down, you are not making any sense?” I said then offered her my seat, but she shook her head instead of sitting in the designated chair.“My lady, first, we should change your garments.” She said, stepping aside from the door, then curtsied. As though to gesture that I should enter the room.Magdalene had a certain grace that I hadn’t spotted before. She was not as clumsy and eager as Mary was. It was more that she was certain of her position in my life, she did not possess the fear that most of my staff had, rather, she looked completely at ease, ‘suggesting’ that I do things. It made me feel sort of like, what I imagined a we
“No, she-,” Magdalene began defending.“She saved you, yes. But she also kidnapped you. That happened four years ago during the fall, right?” Bea dismissed quickly.“Well yes but-,” Magdalene began, but Bea dismissed her defence then turned to me.“Why were you having a bad day on that ‘fateful day’,” Bea asked dramatically, completely disregarding Magdalene’s feelings.-Shit, she really expected me to come up with something on the spot?-
“That, Vivanna.” Bea pointed at Magdalene. “That is how you throw a mana-filled attack.” The tensions in the room subsided after Bea brushed the slap off. It was as though she did not take anything personally, a quality that I now admired, but I found myself too drained to proceed with the conversation.I turned to Magdalene, and a tinge of guilt filled my gut. I didn’t want to use such a naïve person, especially in a deal that pertained to a person that hated me, and whose actions could not be predicted.“Magdalene,” I said quietly. “Are you truly okay with this? Are you truly okay with endangering yourself becau
The Evening Of The Ball.“There!” Mary said, fitting the last golden pearl on my updo. She had secured my long black hair in a loose simplistic design that was held firmly by a golden pin attached to some golden pearls scattered beautifully on the lush mass. She had allowed some loose tendrils to tumble around my face, framing Vivanna’s heart-shaped masterpiece. I found it hard to identify with Vivanna’s face because she was extraordinarily and unrealistically beautiful. So much so, that I was beginning to understand how Narcissus fell in love with his reflection.Mary had been my biggest help in getting ready, from tailoring
“Aren’t you worried about his silence?” Vincent asked. He had finally finished hiding away daggers in his uniform, so he now gave me his full attention, only I did not want it. I wanted to stare at the beautiful scenery as it passed me by instead. Nonetheless, I turned to meet his gaze.“His silence?” I frowned questioningly.-Was I to assume that there was someone we gossiped about together randomly?-“Your fiancé? Kassian?” he clarified, and I sighed then nodded.
The carriage made its way to a sharp ascent. It paused a little as we bypassed the gate traffic where they confirmed my identity before granting us passage. From the gate to the beautifully illuminated castle, the road had been made by red bricks.Our carriage slowed down to follow the drop off traffic, and Vincent cleared his throat, breaking the tense silence that had filled the carriage since the ‘bridge’ incident.“We’ll be passing by the town during the return trip, any objections?” I asked as I prepared myself to leave the carriage.“None, my lady.”