Chapter 15: 𝕬 𝕾𝖊𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖉 𝕺𝖕𝖎𝖓𝖎𝖔𝖓 (5/9)
Mother learns more about the mortals.
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IMPERIA: Be easy, child. We are bound to keep you alive as long as you are under the care of the Winthorpe bloodline. Do you trust this vow? COLLIN: Yes. IMPERIA: Good.
IMPERIA: Now please, just focus on me.
COLLIN: I feel…weird. CAMILLA: Woah… WREN: This is…
IMPERIA: Relax. Speak your truth, child. What is your innermost desire? What do you wish to gain from serving this bloodline? COLLIN: Purpose. I feel lost in the world. Like I don’t belong. I want to belong here. CAMILLA: Value. I want them to need me. WREN: Change. I could be…part of something bigger than my reputation.
IMPERIA: And you believe you deserve this? Without a doubt? COLLIN: I don’t…I don’t know. I could. CAMILLA: No. WREN: No. But I don’t need to.
IMPERIA: Why? COLLIN: I don’t think I’ve proved it yet. CAMILLA: It’s never worked out before…I blame myself. WREN: Nobody ever deserves to win, they just do.
IMPERIA: What would you sacrifice to earn it? COLLIN: My virtue. CAMILLA: My freedom. WREN: Nothing.
IMPERIA: This is what your masters would be worth to you? Why? COLLIN: They see things in me I don’t see in myself. I could learn from them. CAMILLA: They can protect me from myself. WREN: No, it’s just that they wouldn’t ask me to. They think I’m their equal.
IMPERIA: This has been very enlightening.
IMPERIA: I see you and what you could become. But you would have to break yourself open and discard your brittle exoskeleton. IMPERIA: You have been deeply scarred. You would be loyal to your own detriment for the promise of healing that wound. This pleases me. IMPERIA: You’re quite unique. I’ve not met a mortal that bends to no will but their own.
IMPERIA: We are done here. What would you like to do now? CAMILLA: Do you mind if I… COLLIN: —Lie down somewhere? I feel light-headed. IMPERIA: Of course, though I have no use for the bedchambers as I prefer the coffins in the master cellar, so I have not a clue where they are in this labyrinthian home. You’ll have to wander the halls upstairs and stumble upon one.
WREN: —Hear more about you? You’re so iconic. IMPERIA: (laughs) You flatter me. Yes, I’ll let my Charm wear off and then we can speak as acquaintances.
CAMILLA: —Unpack this with Atticus and Ryan? I wonder what they’d think. IMPERIA: I don’t advise you be too candid, but do as wish. They should be speaking amongst themselves in the sitting room. Farewell for now.














