Post by Angelia Sandoval on Jul 5, 2016 8:34:45 GMT -5
Confessing the truth to Dante had been both painful and difficult; Angelia did not enjoy admitting she'd been a fool, one easily duped. Her head had been turned and now, she'd been put into an untenable position where she'd had to finally come clean to her brother. He had not been pleased, needless to say, questioning her intently on every aspect, every meeting, every discussion until he knew all that she did, especially the 'offer' made to her.
The offer had not tempted her, not when the price it carried was far too expensive for her. Betrayal of her family, particularly her twin, was not something of which Angelia was capable, especially on a flimsy promise that would not likely reach fulfillment. In that regard, her confession came easily, bringing with it the decision to resolve both the offer and the one who made it. Briefly, she'd been shocked at how casual, how easily the choice was made, yet Angelia accepted that it was necessary.
Accordingly, she insisted on being the one to make the arrangements. It would be a lesson to her, Angelia assured Dante, to keep her wits and cool blood about her. He'd reluctantly agreed and sent the message to request a meeting where the details of the thing would be discussed and a price agreed upon, setting it at her request in the chapel of the Triune where she typically sought priestly counsel. No one would look askance at her attending a service and speaking with the priest afterwards, not when Angelia's piety was an established fact.
Seated on one of the benches towards the rear of the chapel once the morning's service was done, Angelia waited with her prayer book open, reading the contents quietly. She would be joined soon enough, she knew, and it would be done... far too easily.
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Gabriel Blackthorne