"Hey, so.. What's the deal with Will?" Irma felt a smirk wrapping it's way across her features, and she commended Cornelia for holding out longer than Taranee had; the dark girl's voice being whispered in the blonde's direction. No one came to Irma, and of course, what would she know as Cornelia shrugged. "..Maybe she's studying?"
Cornelia snorted at that, and Irma forced herself between the pair, as Hay Lin chirped happily to Martin, who'd come running. With roses. "I doubt it, she's probably with Caleb. All they do is talk about battle plans and sleep and.. And Will doesn't even talk anymore, so I doubt she's coming to socialize."
"Well, actuall-"
"No one asked you Irma," Irma frowned at that, as her wonderful option shrugged away his distraction and called out for her to wait. And then Hay Lin's voice rang out too, and Irma rolled her eyes at the pair's 'graceful' running. She pouted heavily, as Taranee eyed her suspiciously. At least someone was taking notice of her - not that she hadn't appreciated Caleb's earlier 'notice' when he'd illustrated in words, exactly how much he disliked her dark, navy dress. The boy just didn't know what a cleavage was for. "Butt out."
"Where is she then?"
Irma gleaned at that; Cornelia scowling at Taranee, who'd taken it upon herself to ask. After all, Irma prided herself on being Caleb's favourite - at least if his make-out buddy was removed, because Will only got extra points for letting Caleb slobber all over her. Metaphorically. "Oh, she's coming. Will Vandom has scrapped herself a date, when you.."
..Irma took enjoyment in prodding Cornelia's delicately silk-encased chest, as dread and shock coated her features..
"Had to force Caleb to come."
"You're lying!"
"In fact, if I recall getting this information, he might aswell have begged her."
...
On his dismissal, Lord Cedric had bowed his head - leaving the Prince Phobos and knowing exactly what was to come, as he sent in the guards the Prince had requested. And now he could finally see her; in the kitchen with tears in her eyes and and older woman cradling her and Cedric felt Elyon's exposed form and her bedroom.
"Boreíte meínete makriá apó tin!" A woman had snarled and steaming water flew past him; barely missing his face as he turned to face the wench. He side-stepped the mess and took a slow path towards her; silence taking the busy kitchen as the she stood tall. "..You heard what I said."
Cedric could only smile, then, at this bitter woman's words. The new staff were yet to learn their manners and as he paced past counters in the biggest route to her, his fingers slid over cool metal and he guided the knife along; only wrapping his left hand's fingers around the handle to his right, when he was standing by her side.
And he didn't flinch as she turned to face him, and his arm whipped around in a practiced manner; she didn't even scream, only bending in defeat, and restraining herself from clutching at the slice across her skin and eye.
He turned to another; refering to the crying girl. "Lock her up. I want her three days starved before the coronation ensues."
Well.. He wasn't going to have Elyon's corpse.