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She turned away from the window; the brilliant hues of the boy, the sparkle of the sun reflected in his eyes haunted her. The window side had become her post since news reached her that Arthur Pendragon would be arriving shortly. When the man came under her purview, it was understood why Vivian's infatuation hadn't alerted anyone to the possibility that it was a sickness rather than a youthful interest. Certainly, he was handsome as Princes were inclined to be and his carriage spoke of a noble, confident air but there was also a gentle compassion that few shared, protected for the weak and the deserving. Nevertheless, she would do what needed to be done. First impressions were as deceiving as chameleons in their habitat; their purpose was to blend in the backdrop.

"Alexia, Has Arthur arrived?" The girl in question blinked, the voice bringing her attention to the frightened girl curled on her bed. "Yes, Vivian. He has arrived and your father has greeted him."

Vivian hugged herself, the corners of her eyes misty as her gaze is remote and shuttered. The pain is not visible neither is the bitter humiliation that gnaws her insides to shreds, fueling her anger. What must have been whispered in corners, talked about in shadows and mocked in the security of anonymity, to venture a guess was indeed a cruel game to play even in jest. It was just by luck that she was Olaf's daughter that a wall of silence protected her but no wall is ever truly solid, some of the words filtered through leaving her with a tart feeling of disgrace. There had been no effect when she was submerged in the throngs of her 'Arthur passion' but the release was equally soul shattering.

There was damage done to her reputation, pain inflicted on her father and their image as a proud, unblemished nobility was besmirched. Surely, one who knew the Lady Vivian could expect her to wield her insufferable and haughty nature with greater flourish. To set about forcing order in her little world through insults and disparaging words of an unladylike nature. Surprisingly, she showed restraint. For Alexia, whose entwined paths were that of near sisters, it was a feat and displayed a hidden reserve of strength. More so when her friend called on her, seeking favor, more importantly retribution for the affliction that is callous for any girl to be held a captive of..

"What is your plan?" There is hard edge to her query, eyes solid like glittering ice. Alexia had taken a seat at her dressing table where the required items had been laid out. Now she proceeded to work her magic in the pursuit of what she believed was justice for ladies that have been wronged. There was a glint of something akin to malice in liquid eyes, the colour of chestnuts in the spring.

"Arthur is of the arrogant opinion that it is within his birthright for women to be completely enamored with him." The tone is not innocently conversational, there is an undercurrent of rancor and malevolent intent. The latter bought on by the indignation that is shared between the two women. It was quite infuriating when obnoxious buffoons exerted vile dominance over innocent women without reference to honour or respect.

Vivian features soften measurably as the threads of dislike in Alexia's words touch her heart, a sign she is not alone. Nevertheless, the harsh coldness continues to tint her facile sullen, occupying a side of the mirror. Alexia can offer no words of comfort, simple vengeance can the words be made more useful for..

It winks at her from the bottom of the bowl. Lips purse in wickedness. "A dash of Belladonna, a sprinkle of rosemary, the freshest water from the womb of the earth and marjoram for balance." Vivian has abandoned her position of comfort and crawled to the foot of the bed. Eyes wide and curious. There were a million questions poised on her lips but she chose silence because to disturb her friend would be ill-advised.

A searing hatred for Arthur Pendragon possessed her and it itched under her skin. The very mention of him caused burning bile to rise to the back of her throat and a sour taste to flood her mouth. The man was very low on her esteem when she first set eyes upon him, now he was at the bottom of the tar pits. What was far more wretched of her fate was his abandonment of her. Certainly, it was understandable that he be so besotted with her that resorting to magic was the only alternative to enter into her good graces. It would not be the first time men have risked everything to be near her, what with a protective dragon for a father.

What invoked strong feelings of complete revulsion and abject fury was the enslavement of her heart for his own uses, then disregarding her when she was most-trapped. It made her blood boil when she considered time wasted, expended pinning after a man not worth his name in gold. Awaken nights when imagination would recreate the glow of the moonlight on his skin, the stars in his eyes. The velvet kisses as luxurious as a mist-kissed rose. His hands, warm and calloused, gentle yet firmly demanding. For all the hope, for whispered promises singing of the beauty of love like a spring breeze. Vivian hated him and desired to destroy him with avid .

To admit that she was afraid would be detrimental to her pursuit, so she kept the secret locked in a box, next to her loneliness and despair.

Like tendrils of ivy, Vivian's anxiousness seeps into her. Eyes shut, lips form the words of the spell and the magic spills from her fingertips.

When her eyes open, a flicker of gold through metal brings up a smile. It is done. Turning her head, Alexia meets Vivian's stare. Simultaneously, their faces are lit by pleasure and wicked mirth. "What are you going to do to him?" The tremor in her voice is discerned as excitement. "You will see!" Alexia smirked; with a sinister edge. For the first time in what seemed like many years, a genuine, heartfelt smile graced Vivian's face, adding a luminosity to her eyes and a colourful pink hue to her paleness.

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