She was the perfect child, second inline for the throne, until she wasn't. The burned ones aren't the only threat Alfea faces, irreversible damage caused and secrets kept. As a child you learn that light is good and shadows are bad, but what happen...
｡･:*:･ﾟ☆"You must be Andreas' mate, Sky's mother."｡･:*:･ﾟ★,
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｡･:*:･ﾟ★,"I think family can be our strongest ally,"｡･:*:･ﾟ☆
Octavia
The four of us stand in stunned silence as Carlisle moves past me to the door where his mate is waiting. Riven hasn't moved a muscle, barely even reacting to his grandfather's- to the bastard's words.
He suddenly turns and strides after them, I share a worried glance with Sky as I quickly follow. I freeze and look up to see Irene's mischievous grin. Oh, fuck yes.
Irene is standing in the open doorway, staring down the grandmother from hell as Stella edges away from the pair towards Bea's side.
"You must be Riven's grandparents." She greets cordially with a viscous grin.
"You must be Andreas' mate, Sky's mother." Regina drawls and I watch Irene's eyes light up with deadly intent as she merely hums.
"Close enough," She purrs, "I'm sure you must be busy getting to know your new political friends and learning the ropes."
Riven seems to come to his senses beside me as Silva stride past him, brushing his shoulder with his in some male form of comfort. Irene pauses her staring to give her mate a sultry smile as she touches his arm in greeting.
"Shall we go in?" Irene asks, "I'm curious to hear more about your transition to the new role. Unless you would like to catch up with Riven first."
"We are here to talk business," I hear the smirk in Regina's voice, "Unless you prefer to mix business with family."
There's a pointed edge to her tone.
"I think family can be our strongest ally," Irene states with a defiant look, "And I think they can bring about our downfall."
Did- did she just threaten them on Riven's behalf? Well, fuck.
I glance to my left, seeing Riven back in his guard role. I know Sky is flanking me on my right. Let's get this over with. I stride forward, listening to all three of our steps in sync. Regina and Carlisle enter the room, quickly out of our sight. Good. Because I was seconds away from smothering the bitch to death with those stupid ballroom skirts of hers.
We can hide her body if you want murder as a legitimate option in tonight's plans. Belial croons.
Silva and Irene share a glance, Irene smirking in triumph and Silva looking down at her with love and slight exasperation. It's clear he was expecting nothing less from her.
"There's a seating plan so we'll all be seated together," Stella states with a forced smile as she claps her hands together, "The meal will be in half an hour."
