Post by Angelia Sandoval on Sept 22, 2014 13:12:43 GMT -5
Leaving the dining room with anger-flushed features, Angelia forced her pace to slow and with it her breathing. The last thing any of them needed was for one of her episodes to strike, especially now that plans were coming together. She could hear voices coming from the room but deliberately blocked them out, retreating to one of the parlors. There was plenty of correspondence that required her attention, along with a pile of sewing. Angelia did not want any tailor or seamstress preparing the clothing they would use while in Bordelaix; the least slip of the tongue would bring the plan crashing down on them.
The door was firmly closed, a sure sign that she did not want to be disturbed. Sinking down onto the chair, she let her limbs relax and cease their trembling as she closed her eyes to concentrate on calming herself. Rare indeed for Angelia to lose her temper so, yet Sebastian's words had struck to the bone and left her bleeding, though she doubted he realized it. He did not include the women of the Sandoval family in his comment, yet his thinking was so like the majority of the men in Archades, who wanted to keep to the old ways, to the days where men were men and women were little better than chattel.
This was why they sought to reclaim the throne, Angelia reminded herself. The Deverauxs insisted on perpetuating this old fashioned nonsense yet time and fate had caught up with them, placing them in the precise position by which they'd taken the throne. The irony of that was hardly lost on her, reminding her that there was still plenty to be done. Letting out a breath, she reached for the basket that held the latest doublet she was sewing for Dante. The repetitive action would soothe her further, as would the quiet in which she worked.
Angelia relished her solitude on the rare occasion where she obtained it.
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