Title:
Trophy
Characters: Lady Grey
She sat, in all her glory, before her vanity mirror. Her gloved hands were in front of her, cradling a velvet covered box. In it was a precious thing, something she stared at in favor of her reflection. She stared at it, and as she did she could feel a smirk twisting on her lips.
It made her look like a very wicked woman.
Lady Grey chuckled, running a slender finger across the smooth material of her precious item. She hooked her knuckle under it and lifted it, allowing it to dangle in front of the mirror, reflecting back at her. It was a necklace—simple but elegant—and made of a deep plum colored material that suited her just perfectly.
It was the perfect thing to serve as a memoir of her dearly departed sister.
At this train of thought Lady Grey released a truly demonic laugh that rebounded around her chambers. Her bright eyes glowed in the amber candlelight; it was an otherworldly sight. She stared at her reflection, looked herself right in the eye, and continued to pet the necklace as though it were the most precious thing in the world.
Her first and final trophy; she practically purred just thinking about it.
Lady Grey remembered the days when her sister would wear it. Amanda would tuck her flower into her hair and then pick up the necklace, admiring it gently. She'd put it on and let her hands linger on it, just savoring the feeling of the silky material beneath her fingers. Amanda had died with the necklace on.
And Elvira Grey had ripped it from her corpse's neck—a trophy—for she had ascended to the position as mayor at the girl's expense.
She put it to her neck and fastened it there, allowing her fingers to linger on the cool fabric, just savoring the feeling of wearing it.
It was her first and final trophy, because Lady Grey no longer dirtied her own hands.