“So where is the precious angel?” Maeskia purr across the table located in the home she raised in. The home wards had kept her out of for the last two years. A manor of secrets, damaged walls, and filled to the brim with ghosts. Even if she had dreamt of setting a foot back into this home, one could not tell how much it had pained her. If anything the woman looked bored.
“Please Mae, I have made a lot of mistakes but I am not making that one. I don’t feel safe enough to let you meet your niece.” Sylrissa played no games with her sibling, as they grew up together playing enough of them. Games that children did not play. They were exposed to the wicked game called the house of nobles.
Both had witness lies, treachery, and broken promises. From such a mess of their upbringing, one sister grasped onto the light fighting her darkness daily. The elder laughed as any theory of light embracing magic that brought forth suffering and death.
“Alright baby sister, let’s skip all the silver linings. Where is it? Is that why you actually invited me into father’s home. Finally, you dropped the wards against me and are offering tea because you can no longer handle its power?” Mae questioned being blunt. Everyone else she kept at arm’s length, masks worn around them even those who thought her as friends. Her sister was different, the blonde Ravenmourn just needed a strong hand to put her in place.
“No, actually that is not why you are here. You are here as my prisoner Maeskia Duskwhisper. When you rise from this table, my guards will escort you to the cells below.”
Around her, Maeskia felt the choking of magic ripping away her tattooed skin. The runes on her skin bled away. Sylrissa woven spells with a flick of her fingers have prepared days for this moment. The elder would get zero chance to speak. Bounds closed around Mae’s own hands to prevent any spellcasting of her own.
“No games right? Well then we shall get right down to the point. Isendre Highvale has gone missing and I have noticed your health. Don’t think I don’t keep an eye on you, sister. The wrinkles are gone, the shaky walk has faded, and your youth is back. I have yet to connect the dots but I know you have been sticking your fingers into my business. Therefore until I figure out what has happened to my dear friend Isendre, you will rest in the cell.” Sylrissa stated.
The wards she had taken away from her home sung back into place allowing no more to enter unless Sylrissa brought them herself. Trust as not something the Ravenmourn would offer anyone ever again.
Mae twisted in her invisible bonds, impressed by her sister. The one she had seen as weak had taken a reigns Mae never thought Sylrissa would. The elder’s voice was stolen away leaving her speechless and unable to praise the younger one.
Someone had broken the Ravenmourn finally to bring out the true noble. Fel eyes met golden ones as they both stared each other down.
“Take her, do as we planned for I don’t trust Maeskia Duskwhisper at all” Sylrissa spoke again raising from her chair.
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