Amelie was sitting on a chair near the far wall, winding thread onto a spool when Myrnin walked through the door. Early morning light was beginning to fill the room with a cool blue, but when Amelie's eyes met Myrnin's, they were full of bright fire.
Myrnin took a quick step back, his face full of surprise. He ran through all of the things he'd done in the past week that might be causing the look of extreme anger on Amelie's face.
"Myrnin," she said smoothly, putting the thread down and standing in one smooth motion and clearing her face of the rage. "Please," she said, blinking the fire from her eyes, "sit." She gestured to the chair she just abandoned. A smile played on her face, one Myrnin did not trust.
He shook his head quickly and took another step toward the door.
"So," he said, trying to diffuse the tension, "spooling thread. Very… domestic."
"Is it?" Amelie laughed. "It's what I do when I plan very gruesome deaths."
Myrnin swallowed hard. "Have fun with that," he said, backing away. "I'm just going to go back home and try to crossbreed a banana with a grape—"
"Stay," Amelie said quickly, creeping closer to Myrnin with a scary look on her face.
"No… I should really get going," Myrnin said. "I've so much to do—"
And then Amelie exploded.
"MYRNIN, YOU RUINED MY LAST WHITE DRESS FROM THE SEVENTEEN HUNDREDS. DO YOU KNOW—NO, DO YOU UNDERSTAND HOW IMPORTANT IT WAS TO ME? DID YOU KNOW THAT WAS MY MOTHER'S? STOP NODDING YOUR HEAD, MYRNIN. YOU CANNOT FATHOM THE IMPORTANCE OF THAT DRESS. THIS WILL NEVER HAPPEN AGAIN, DO YOU HEAR ME? THIS IS THE LAST DRESS OF MINE YOU RUIN, YOU BUMBLING IDIOT."
"Now, Amelie, I don't think it's fair to call me a b—"
"LET ME FINISH! YOU HAVE SPILLED COUNTLESS THINGS ON MY DRESSES BECAUSE YOU EITHER DISAPPROVE OF THEM OR YOU DISLIKE THE COLOR. YOUR OPINIONS WERE NEVER RELEVANT BECAUSE I NEVER CARED WHAT YOU THOUGHT ABOUT MY CHOICES IN ATTIRE, DO YOU UNDERSTAND? DON'T NOD YOUR HEAD, BECAUSE YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND, YOU BUFFOON. YOU'LL NEVER BE ABLE TO COMPREHEND MY ANGER AT YOU, MYRNIN. I'M SICK OF YOUR CHILDISH WAYS OF LIVING AND PRETENDING THAT EVERYTHING YOU DO WRONG WILL BE EASILY RIGHTED BECAUSE YOU USED TO BE A LORD. DO YOU HEAR THAT, MYRNIN? USED TO BE. YOU'RE NO LONGER A LORD, YOU HAVEN'T GOT ANY POWER OVER ANYONE. YOU WON'T TELL ME WHAT I DO AND YOU WON'T DECIDE WHAT I WEAR FOR ME."
Amelie spontaneously exploded and Myrnin died from overexposure to an angry woman.