Dreams and The Road In Between

"What's coming?" Rhea repeated, startled by Cherry's ominous words. 

The older woman gave her a searching look and made a curious sound when she did not find what it was she had expected in Rhea.

"The Duchess," Cherry answered in an obvious tone. 

The mirth in Rhea's heart dulled at the reminder of the woman she had left behind in the dining room.

It was a frustrating thing to know that even so far away, she could not escape Della's reach. 

"Well, she's already 'ere, so it's more what she's brought with her," the one-eyed cook continued, seemingly unaware of Rhea's soured mood. 

"Chaos," Rhea offered, the large piece of dough suddenly more interesting to her than the conversation she was having.

"War," Cherry said, her gruff voice going low. 

That caught Rhea's attention. She turned to look at the shorter woman, who perked up, seeing she had regained her attention. 

"Look around you," she instructed.