"Shouldn't we do something before she wakes up?" The light, immature voice of a young girl rang out. Her words, though seemingly innocent, were laced with a sharp, ruthless undertone, unsettling for someone so young. Each syllable felt like a threat.
"I told you all—she's been possessed by a drifting spirit," the boy replied. His voice tinged with unease. His eyes darted to his siblings, silently imploring them to believe him.
Leonda, the eldest sister, interrupted coldly. "Repeat that outside the Duchy, and they'll lop your head off. Do you want to be tried for slandering the Zenith?"
"I, for one, think the guardian is up to something," Sydney spoke up lightly, ignoring the tension her elder sister's words had created. "She's meant to uphold fairness according to the contract—or suffer at the hands of the Fates. Maybe she wishes to use Ixion to free herself from the contract?"
"If you understand that much, then why—"
"Quiet, you two."