𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑬𝒍𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒄 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒐𝒓𝒚 | 𝑲.𝑩

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━━━─── • ───━━━

Only two letters found their way back to Madame Duplantier.

One, accompanied by a heavy box made of dark, polished wood. The other, from a Kerch address.

The woman didn't even take the time to read the entire letter, she scanned the top and bottom lines and was practically out the door to celebrate.

Madame Duplantier,

We will be happy to take in the young Lucille Dubois...

... Sincerely, Angelique

The one letter she doubted would receive a response, was the only one that did.

She turned to the wooden box, pulling open the shiny new latches and carefully removing the lid. Sat at the bottom, carefully placed upon a layer of plush red velvet, was a Frazen Cuff.

The Madame removed it from the box and stared at the object with wide, greedy eyes. This very object would be the thing that would solidify the transfer, and prove to Angelique that the poor, blonde was what she claimed in the letter.

Young Lucille Dubios was an Elektrician and was now seen as such by the Frazen government.

Soon the little girl, who had been a pain in her side for years, would be gone. She'd have enough money from the sale to move out of the slums, sell the Town-home, and move up into the Upper City.

All she had to do now, was find a way to get rid of the boy.

── • ──

The two children were huddled up in their room, perched by the window to keep warm as Lucille gazed out into the rain.

It was common for it to rain in Frazinia, which only elevated the dream for the young girl to see it. No matter how much Jacques would claim that it was a horrible, wretched thing, she wished to feel it, to experience it with her very own senses. She wanted to feel the cool drops of water on her skin and jump through the puddles that littered the bumpy streets. She just wished she would do so without burning herself.

She wished to be like that young Fjerdan couple they were watching now, down on the road.

The two had left their home country and now lived in the room next to theirs in Madame Duplantier's Town-home. Lucille couldn't speak their language well, but from the tiny pieces she could understand, she found they escaped to be happy together.

Something about laws not permitting the relationship, or maybe it was their parents? She didn't really know. But when she saw the two, dancing together in the streets, smiles wide as they ran in circles with soaked hair plastered to their skin, she knew they were finally happy. Finally free from whatever may have taunted them in their past.

She closed her eyes and leaned against Jacques' shoulder. Maybe she could do that one day. She could picture it now, herself spinning in circles laughing without a care in the world—

"Lucille!" the daydream was shattered before it could even start to form by the shrill sound of the housekeeper calling her.

At first, the girl assumed it was over something stupid. Maybe she forgot to close the blinds again, or maybe the counter in the lobby was too dusty. But she was reminded of how badly the situation could go when Jacques' arms tightened around her, pulling her closer into his chest.

Madame Duplantier knew. 

She knew she was an Elekrician.

Lucille swiftly made her way down the stairs, afraid—more than ever before—to anger the woman any further than she already seemed to be.