A hand came around her, and a damp handkerchief was pressed against her nose before she realized what was happening. She inhaled the sharp, acidic scent on the fabric, it stung her nostrils and made her instantly feel faint and dizzy.
Alarm bells rang in her head, but before she could so much as struggle, her limbs had gone weak, and her eyes closed against her will to stay conscious.
Her unconscious body fell against the person, and just like that, she was carried out of the castle, unnoticed by anyone but a figure watching from the stairs with shocked, surprised eyes, but the surprised eyes quickly turned into a smile, then a laugh.
"It seems I don’t have to lift a hand to get rid of her. Someone else would do the job for me," Cordelia muttered to herself as she watched the human being carried away by an unknown person in a cloak.
She suddenly felt the heavy weight that had been pressing down on her since the day she began to realize her second cousin was slipping away from her, and that she was inching closer to becoming a poor woman with no possessions, lift from her shoulders as she watched the unknown person hurl the human girl away.
Most of the servants had gone out to the market to restock the kitchen and gather supplies, and she had seen Rav leaving earlier with a pile of rolled parchments, heading into town to run an errand for his master.
The only ones left in the castle were her, Rohan, and the human girl—who was now gone.
Cordelia felt so elated she wanted to celebrate. And to ensure the cloaked person who had taken the useless girl wouldn’t be caught or interrupted, she made a decision: she would go and keep her second cousin from leaving the castle—at least not until it was far too late.
She hoped the person would have murdered the human by the time anyone would realize she was missing. She had never believed in divine miracles, but it seemed miracles existed, as only it could make another person want to get rid of the human at the same time she was planning to do it.
Cordelia made her way up the stairs, knowing where to find her second cousin. She had pretended she was deaf and blind when the two were being foolish in the dining hall, with her cousin serving the human and tending to her every weep like her slave. Cordelia had almost injured her hand with how much she was clutching her spoon in annoyed irritation.
She walked up to the dark unlit corridor of the painting chamber where she had only once in her life been allowed entry, and even then it was because she had pestered him to paint her.
He hadn’t painted her as beautiful as she was, but made her into a fat old woman, and then gave her the painting to go home with. He had done it to annoy her for disturbing him.
Cordelia had been mad, but she had taken the painting, and the moment she got home, had burned it. She had never asked him to paint her again.
She walked to the door and knocked twice before turning the knob and stepping inside.
She was greeted with a displeased look of the man now sitting on the sofa that had been brought to the room, smoking, his coat discarded at the side, leaving him in his shirtsleeves.
He was barefoot. One leg was stretched lazily over the armrest, the other planted firmly on the floor, while he leaned back against the opposite arm like a dark stray cat sprawled in a shadowy alley, dangerous, unbothered, and completely at ease.
He was handsome—so her type.
"What are you doing here?" came his unamused question as she walked in and closed the door behind her.
Cordelia smiled as she looked around the room, now doubled in the number of canvases than the last time she was here, and said, "I just thought to come by and watch you work. I heard you plan to paint the human and—"
"How many times do I have to tell you not to call her any name she wasn’t given?" he cut her off, narrowing his eyes at her as he blew smoke out of his nose.
He did not bother to sit straight on the sofa even when she walked in, and regarded her like a pest he wanted to crush beneath his feet. It made Cordelia hate the human more, with how much he kept showing that she meant more to him than herself, who had stood by his side when many insulted him as a boy. They used to be so close.
Though back then it was only because he was her betrothed, and that she wanted to be a queen, that made her stick around with him. He was always allowed to roam the castle twice in a week because of his anger issues that had slowly began to turn to madness, and Cordelia was always there to keep him company. He never pushed her away even though he pretended to be annoyed with her all the time.
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