The fourth batch of tributes to be interviewed encompassed the won, excluding Evina of course since she’d previously had an... Unofficial eting with Arabella.
Though even after such long hours, ti wasn’t for resting just yet as the mont Silas and Persephone crossed paths, the coldest, most hair-raising argunt sparked between them.
"I am informing you, she won’t be attending this gathering," Silas practically hissed.
"And why is that?" Persephone’s spine was the straightest Arabella had ever seen it.
"The last ti we were in Dragomir’s company, tragedy ensued. I don’t even want to begin thinking what would happen under his very roof and where her father currently lives at that,"
"I believe, this ti, Darrick will be too busy with matters of his own family to ddle in ours, don’t you think?"
"And you call her naive," Silas half asked, pointing at his wife while staring daggers at his mother.
"No offense, my dear," Persephone threw a quick glance her way, "What do you suggest then? That we barricade her in the manor? Not that leaving her behind kept her safe the last ti we did that," she put a heavier weight on her words before turning back to face her vanity mirror.
For once, Arabella did not mind being left out of a disagreent that had to do with her specifically.
For once, being heard was the last of her worries as if in that mont, she did not stand between her husband and mother-in-law but instead, between comfort and duty to her new na.
"No but perhaps taking her straight to the enemy’s lair is too high of a leap for a starter," he took a step forward.
Did Arabella want to go over to the Dragomir abode? Not even if one paid her all the riches that the world had to offer.
However, on the other hand, there was no denying that Persephone’s concerns were well founded.
Her refusal to honor the invitation wouldn’t have blown up in their faces right then and there, but it would have left its mark on her record which would co back to haunt her sowhen down the long road ahead of her.
The fact that she only had a few decades to live compared to them was quite irrelevant since she carried their na and they’d have to shoulder the consequences way after her passing.
The thin brush Persephone pressed along her lips left a mat, hard colored, red band in its wake.
In her hand, that tool looked just as frail as unshakably precise. Perhaps it was the grace with which she held it and the confidence she used to wield it.
Two layers were enough to fully coat her lips, leaving her satisfied as well as free to stand up and spin around towards her son, "I understand your position more than you believe," the Lady sighed, "I am not saying she must co. I am saying, if she isn’t tagging along, you better give a damn good reason to use when I will be there. So," her hand went on her hip, an expectant glare on her, "Do you, or do you not have a fireproof excuse?"
"I believe we do!" it was from Arabella that those words had escaped.
"Oh, goody! Let hear it then!"
With the way Persephone had turned her full attention onto Arabella, the young woman quickly ca to regret her boldness.
"You have a very odd way of saying what you an, mother,"
Fortunately for her, Silas spoke up and garnered his mother’s focus again.
"There are things that cannot simply be laid out. I should hope you’ll learn to read between the lines soday. But for the ti being," she pushed a sigh from deep within, "You at least, have soone that has that ability by your side so, that is a small bit of relief,"
No! That wasn’t it! In her face, Arabella did nothing but return a polite smile, however on the inside, her blood boiled.
Not in a million years would she ever have co to the conclusion that Persephone was hinting at.
That was in no way a matter of reading between the lines but reading minds at best.
"Whatever the case may be, I am ready to hear your perfect plan,"
Silas did as... Silas always did, gave up on trying to understand and moved on, "I was hoping we could use the sa plan we concocted to keep the boy from being auctioned,"
Persephone’s eyes narrowed, "Go on," she nudged him verbally.
"Erik ntioned that when he ca here, he left his sister in a grave state, battling an illness that required quarantine," Arabella picked up where Silas had left the story off, "It is a known, highly contagious ailnt that mostly plagues people of the colder region,"
"It only affects humans and so mammals," said Silas.
"Does the boy have it?"
"He had it in his early childhood and thus is now immune to it, but his body still carries the virus around. After he’d confided this in , I made sure to alert the dical wing in order to take preventative asures for our dayti staff as well as the other tributes,"
"Although, we believe that so tributes, naly those that hail from Regalis and regions other than the cold ones will soon begin to show symptoms,"
"So, we may have an outbreak on our hands and sohow, I only hear about this now? Where is all the gossiping that usually goes around when it is needed?" needing for fresh air, Persephone hastened towards the balcony doors before hurling them open and out of her way, "What the hell is this illness called anyway?"
"It is called the whispers’ flu, mother," Arabella mumbled.
"We’ve planned for so tributes to be... Gravely ill with this flu on the auction night," Silas put more weight when pronouncing ’gravely ill’, "They would have to be kept under Umbrarian custody at least until the next auction which will give us more ti to think about Erik’s fate,"
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