*1 Week Later*
[POV: Eirlys Arcwright]
"Father," Eirlys said, her voice trembling with frustration, "we don't know where Caspian is. He's lost.....a-atleast do sothing to find him."
Lord Alaric Arcwright, seated behind his grand oak desk, barely looked up from the docunts in his hand.
His expression was one of indifference, even disdain.
"Caspian?" he said, "Let him be. It's better this way. He was a weakling—a disgrace to the Arcwright na. Perhaps it's a blessing he's gone."
Eirlys' heart sank.
"What are you saying?!" she snapped, her voice breaking with disbelief.
"He's your son—my brother! How can you talk like this."
Alaric's icy gaze finally t hers, sharp and unyielding.
"He was a burden to this family, and now that burden is gone. Focus on what matters, Eirlys."
For the first ti, Eirlys felt the sharp sting of betrayal from her own father.
She couldn't hold back anymore.
"If you won't do anything," she said, her voice trembling but firm, "then I will. I'll find him myself."
The room fell silent as her words echoed.
Alaric's surprise flickered for a mont, but Eirlys didn't wait for a response.
She turned and stord out.
As she left the room.
"The Redmond family... it seems they've forgotten their place." Alaric said.
.
Eirlys arrived ho exhausted and frustrated.
Her mind raced with questions and doubts.
How do I even begin to find him? Is he alive? Did soone take him? The uncertainty gnawed at her.
She decided to check on her mother, Eleana Arcwright, who had been confined to her room since Caspian's disappearance.
Eirlys entered quietly.
The room was dimly lit, and the air was thick with the scent of dicine.
Her mother sat by the window, her once vibrant presence now pale and frail.
"I killed him," Eleana whispered, her voice barely audible. "I killed him…"
The guilt had consud her.
In the first few days, her condition had been so dire that they thought she wouldn't survive.
Now, she was improving slightly, but the weight of her regret was a constant.
Eirlys knelt by her mother, holding her trembling hands.
"Mother, stop blaming yourself. We don't even know what happened to him yet. He could still be alive."
Eleana didn't respond, her hollow eyes staring into the distance.
Then she heard voices outside the door.
Eirak and Jaxar, her brothers, stood leaning casually against the wall, talking loudly enough for anyone nearby to hear.
"Why is Mother acting like she cared about him?" Eirak sneered. "If she loved him so much, she wouldn't have let us beat him half to death every other day."
Jaxar laughed, his tone mocking.
"Exactly. Honestly, I miss him. He was such a good punching bag."
The two burst into cruel laughter.
Eirlys' rage boiled over. She stord outside of the room.
SLAP!
Before either could react, her hand struck Jaxar across the face.
The force sent him sprawling to the ground.
"You disgusting cowards!" she spat.
Eirak turned to face her, but her hand was already raised.
Slap!
He stumbled back, his cheek red and swelling.
Slap. Slap. Slap.
The sound of her strikes echoed through the corridor as she hit them repeatedly, her fury unchecked.
For two hours, she let her anger pour out, her brothers too shocked and scared to fight back.
.
When she finally returned to her room, her hands were trembling, and her heart felt heavy.
The exhaustion of seven sleepless days hit her all at once.
She collapsed onto her bed, tears spilling onto the pillow as she whispered into the silence, "Please… please be safe, Caspian."
And then, for the first ti in a week, she allowed herself to sleep
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[POV: Caspian Arcwright]
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