Fabrics and wefts

"Ah...", sighing, Freya shared a small slice of cake.

Her hunger returned untainted by her anger.

Emotions bubbled inside her along with the image of some people in not-so-nice situations.

"Now, bring the puppy and the father here, in fact, bring the whole family. I want all the other incompetents too. I don't know whether to be relieved or afraid of people's stupidity. At this rate the world might very well end."

Freya stood up, gently closing her robe as she crossed her arms.

Vincent had no words to console his mistress. Normally, because she had few or no faults, he was the first to step forward and comfort her. Everyone could be wrong, except his mistress.

However, at this moment it would be foolish to do something like that. Things simply were what they were.

The mercy of the strong.

"Haha!", she suddenly smiled. A soft smile that her butler hadn't seen in a long time. With a defeated sigh that escaped between those lips. "Who would have thought I would have a vote of confidence... If I had known this existed, I would have built a temple over it..."

Standing up, Freya observed the empty chair. Her thoughts kept under a clear and awake gaze.

"Let's go... I want to see the culprits."

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"You left her with a warning and with her idiot ex-fiancé... was that supposed to make her think the issue was small and that it was over?", on the sofa in the living room, now clean and renovated, the group was divided between those who were sleeping and those watching the movie.

Alice had a bucket of popcorn in her hands, Erin, a glass of wine. And Nero, Diana's hair between his fingers. Like a cat, she slept on his thigh, surrounded by her friends. Sharing the tiredness of a full day, the trio slept deeply.

"Yes. Me showing up there was already a bit of an exaggeration, if I had invested more in the matter, it would have been clear that Diana is important to me." Alice nodded.

"You did well. This way it will seem more like a slight to you. Something small, just a reminder."

"Yes, it will seem like she is just a snack..." Nero frowned at his choice of words.

"... Or a passing lover. That way, they won't look at her. Very good, but..."

"But?...", knowing what was coming, Nero took some popcorn, smiling at the sharp look he received.

"Why did you let her get away?" Nero spent some time thinking. Not even he knew the reason, but he understood its origin.

"Well... She is a beautiful lady," suddenly the bucket of popcorn was out of his reach.

"You... have a terrible sense of humor, you know that?"

"What?... That light silk robe, for a moment, even I got thirsty", receiving looks of disgust, Nero laughed like a child.

"She is the right hand of a Vritari."

"Oh!... An old acquaintance of ours", even Alice raised an eyebrow, that name stirring her spirits. "A half-sister of the man you killed, then. It's the first time I've heard that."

"I didn't know either...", Alice agreed.

"It's natural. Not even your clans know about it. Freya is being guided and nurtured little by little by Elizabeth."

"But the current right hand..."

"Yes. She must want someone loyal, that's why she intends to overthrow that clan and let Freya take her place."

"Oh... So she has potential?" Erin asked with a relaxed smile.

"Maybe. I don't want to get involved with them anymore, Larx has already been enough, and this could be an old setup... a dead man's plot doesn't matter to me."

Erin tilted her head, asking Alice for an explanation.

"Her clan is very assertive, they only move when they are sure of winning," Alice said softly, stopping to chew.

"Larx's house, which we destroyed, had a feud with them. Maybe some spies inside. To send such a weak group, this ex-fiancé must be a pawn of theirs."

Leaving the words hanging in the air, Erin quickly caught them.

"I see... They pull strings and push him into the enemy clan. Make him act against his girl and then blame his 'beautiful lady'. The Vritari loses her right hand and has her 'betrayal' plan exposed."

"She loses twice, since her current right hand would hold a grudge," Nero nodded, leaning over for more popcorn. The bucket was slipping away from him, on the other side of someone's waist. So it took some effort, almost wrapping the waist in a hug.

"Right..." Erin's eyes were like a pair of jewels. A pair of cat eyes. Crystal clear, pure and innocent.

"Does she already know what happened? Elizabeth, I mean?"

For a moment the two stopped confronting each other. Nero thought for a moment and squeezed his enemy's belly. When her body doubled over, the popcorn was all his.

Smiling, he didn't think twice before answering.

"She must have heard it as soon as we left there. That butler... he works for her, after all."

"And how do you know that?"

"Well..." Nero turned his gaze back to the movie. "I gave her the idea."

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"Thank you, Vincent. Keep up the good work," Elizabeth hung up the phone and leaned over the table.

Her eyes closed, trying to erase the numb feeling in her heart, soul, or whatever. If there was any life in her, it hurt every time she confronted that name and the reality behind it.

When she looked up, a rush capable of destroying the world paralyzed her at the sight of a lost soul.

A silver eyebrow, evident on the milky skin, arched.

'When did he get here?'

"Claude?"

"Yes..."

"Move out of the way."

"Of course."

The young woman's eyes were only satisfied when the butler found a dark corner in the office.

The next moment, the tense silence was shattered by an explosion.

The table, propelled by those slender, twig-thin arms, hit the wall with a terrifying thud, scattering fragments of wood in all directions.

As the dust settled and Claude watched the door and the table in the hallway, the beautiful woman stood up, leaving as if she were lost on her way to the bathroom.

Arriving in front of the surprised servants, she decided on something and turned around.

"The observatory on the top floor. Double the number of windows, put in some shelves and... flowers. Something more modern and feminine," and as soon as she finished, she disappeared, leaving Claude paralyzed.

The image of a little vampire girl, always inclined to be insufferable, angry and free-spirited came back to his memory.

A smile simply blossomed on her lips.