Start of the revenge plan

After a satisfying breakfast that filled the air with the contented hum of laughter and familial conversations, Lilith's thoughts turned toward a leisurely stroll along the palace's ornate corridors. The gentle clinking of silverware against porcelain still echoed in her mind as she moved, her steps carrying a sense of ease and quiet reflection.

The air was cool and crisp, carrying with it the faint scent of blooming flowers that adorned the palace gardens. As she walked, her fingers lightly brushed along the intricately carved wooden panels that lined the corridor walls, her senses attuned to the soothing cadence of her surroundings.

However, her tranquil reverie was abruptly shattered when a sudden grip tightened around her wrist, yanking her back with an unexpected force. Startled, Lilith's heart leapt in her chest as she instinctively resisted the abrupt pull, her muscles tensing in a split-second reaction. " Why do I always get in situation like this." though Lilith.

In the instant of her struggle, her fist flew forward, landing a solid punch that met resistance. "Ouch," a pained voice exclaimed, the sound both familiar and unexpected. Lilith's eyes widened as the voice registered in her mind, and she blinked in disbelief.

"Lila?" she exclaimed, her astonishment mingling with a mixture of relief and irritation. Her gaze locked onto her sister, who was now standing before her, rubbing the spot where Lilith's punch had landed. A conflicted tangle of emotions swirled within Lilith, a complex mixture of surprise, frustration, and a trace of fondness.

"Lila, you could have just asked me to come and see you," Lilith chided, her exasperation evident in her tone. She sighed, shaking her head as she assessed the situation. Lila, had a knack for dramatic entrances that often straddled the line between amusing and infuriating.

"I'm sorry, but dad's still angry with me and doesn't want to see me, and I don't want to be close to the person whose parents killed our mother," Lila's words were laced with anger, the intensity of her emotions a reflection of the pain that had simmered beneath the surface for years. The rage that coursed through Lila's veins mirrored Lilith's own unspoken turmoil.

The gravity of the situation wasn't lost on Lilith, her heart aching with the weight of their shared history. Despite their differences and the years that had passed, the bond between them was unbreakable a connection forged in the crucible of loss and love.

"What do you want to tell me?" Lilith's voice was hushed, her gaze steady as she regarded her sister. Lila met her gaze, her expression shifting between defiance and vulnerability.

Lila's eyebrow quirked, a mischievous glint dancing in her eyes, momentarily lightening the heaviness of the conversation. "What are those shoes you're wearing, little sister?" she asked, her words punctuated by laughter that bubbled forth uncontrollably.

Lilith's lips curled into an exasperated smile as Lila's laughter filled the air, their shared amusement a balm that soothed the jagged edges of their emotions. Lilith playfully tapped Lila's arm, a silent plea for her to compose herself.

As the laughter subsided, Lila cleared her throat, her demeanor shifting once more to a serious tone. "I came to talk to you about the plan," Lila stated, her gaze now fixed on Lilith with a newfound determination.

Lilith's brows furrowed, a mixture of skepticism and intrigue coloring her features. "Yes, go on," she prompted, her curiosity piqued.

Lila took a steadying breath before continuing, her words carrying a weight that matched the gravity of their conversation. "Your wedding with Ava will take place in a few days' time, on Friday to be precise, and today is Sunday," Lila explained, her voice a measured cadence that drew Lilith's full attention.

Lilith absorbed the information, a thoughtful nod indicating her understanding. The impending wedding was no secret, the palace abuzz with preparations for the union between Lilith and Ava.

"After your wedding, on your wedding night, you'll be close to her, very close," Lila's voice held a note of intrigue, and Lilith's curiosity deepened.

Lila's words were deliberate, each one landing with a calculated impact. "Let yourself be taken in by Ava's emprise," Lila continued, her voice carrying a sense of purpose, "and then, when she lets her guard down, you'll stab her."

Lilith's mind drifted, caught in the currents of memory and desire, as she thought back to the dream that had visited her during the early hours of the morning. The sensation of Ava's lips brushing against hers was still imprinted on her senses, the vividness of the dream's imagery leaving a lingering warmth beneath her skin. The dream seemed to have woven itself into the very fabric of her thoughts, becoming a secret treasure she held close.

Lila's voice sliced through the hazy tendrils of Lilith's reverie, pulling her back into the present with a jolt. The urgency in Lila's tone was palpable, a stark reminder that the world outside her thoughts was still in motion.

"Are you listening to me, Lilith," Lila's voice held a mixture of exasperation and concern, her hands gesturing emphatically in front of Lilith's eyes as if to reclaim her attention.

Lilith blinked, her eyes focusing on Lila's face as she shook her head to clear the remnants of her daydream. "I'm sorry, I'm listening," she admitted with a sheepish grin, her fingers absently tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "I was just a little lost in thought."

Lila's eyes held a knowing glint, an expression that suggested she understood the nature of Lilith's distraction all too well. "Did you get a bit closer to Ava?" Lila's question was both probing and curious, her words carrying a hint of playfulness.

A smile danced at the corner of Lilith's lips, a reflection of the memories that still swirled within her. "Yes, don't worry, we're getting on really well," she replied, her mind briefly revisiting the shared meal of last night.

Lila's demeanor turned more serious, her gaze intent as she continued to impart her advice. "I advise you to get closer to her. She must trust you and suspect nothing," Lila's words held a weight that resonated with the gravity of their shared mission.

" Tomorrow You and Ava are going to choose your wedding clothes." added Lila and Lilith made a mental note of the importance of the moment.

Yet, Lila's inquiries took an unexpected turn, her voice shifting into more personal territory. "I have one last question for you, Lilith," Lila's gaze bore into her sister's, a mixture of curiosity and concern swimming within her eyes, "You've never slept with someone, haven't you?"

The question was like a sudden gust of wind, leaving Lilith momentarily off balance. Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment, the warmth spreading like wildfire across her skin. Her voice was a soft admission, almost drowned out by the rush of blood in her ears. "No, I haven't."

Lila's response was a resigned sigh, the weight of her breath carrying an air of both frustration and understanding. She held Lilith's gaze, a mix of empathy and concern in her eyes. "Just talking about it with you is making you nervous," Lila's words were gentle, her tone an attempt to soothe, "Please try not to faint when you're alone with Ava. It could ruin our plan, you understand."

Lilith's lips twitched in a half-smile, a combination of amusement and embarrassment. "Yes.".