Post by Elizabeth Sinclair on Jun 13, 2016 21:32:12 GMT -5
From the moment the family left the palace after their disastrous meeting with the Princess Royal and her odious cousin, Elizabeth spoke not one word aloud as Tyber helped her into the carriage beside Ambrosia and Toria, and Gideon carried her into the house, placing her gently on the settee that was her accustomed place in the parlor. She'd waved off Toria's efforts to see her soothed with food or drink, allowing darkness to fall before granting a silent assent to the lighting of a lamp.
She'd needed time to think over the Prince's threats, the implication behind his words and the next, necessary steps they would have to take. The Prince had grossly overstepped his bounds as regarded both the Sinclair family and the Order they founded, leaving her certain of only one thing.
Hell would freeze over before she took vows with Stephane Deveraux.
Elizabeth was not prone to overly dramatic behavior, but in light of his undiluted rudeness and insufferable arrogance, borrowing power that did not belong to him - and she now intended to pray it never would - she would sooner end her own life than allow Stephane any part of it. Rather than frighten her family, she intended to keep that resolution firmly behind her teeth, but also knew they needed a chance to purge their respective angers.
Thus, she waited for her family to join her after dinner in the parlor. Drinks of a strong nature awaited them to bolster their spirits, of which Elizabeth herself might well partake rather than her accustomed, genteel tea. Under the circumstances, a good, old-fashioned drunk might be in order, but they would deal with that later. The first order of business was to get them all in here to speak their minds.
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Gideon Sinclair, @toriaharper, Ambrosia Sinclair, Tyber Sinclair