- 30 Sep 2018, 13:40
Viola smirked, taking a moment, humming as the woman put a little pressure on her temples. That felt good, at least. It was a nice moment away from Iver Hall and all its madness.
"There is competition everywhere; for women, for men, for heirs, money, business, employees, employers, gossip, rumours, secrets, ingredients, power, fame...it's all about greed and the need to have it. Even if it's something simple like wanting to get married and have a family - in the upper class, it's all about who's baby has the bluest eyes or the chubbiest cheeks or the purest blood. It's all bullshit." She sighed again. "But with Nathan...I did have that man once. I fucked it up. I was his obsession; in some ways, I still am. I was a prodigy - I invented magical tools, perfected potions, gathered ingredients...he loved me...we slept together, and I fell madly for him, just as obsessed with him."
She pressed her lips together, not wanting to remember all those details.
"I betrayed him for my own power, and when it all came crashing down, I had to lie and say one of the tools I made altered my perception and mental stability, just so that I could be welcomed back. I wasn't exactly greeted warmly...but over time, we worked together again, and I realised he still cared for me."
She grit her teeth.
"And then he met Astrid. And she stole any chance I had."