- 12 Sep 2019, 05:08
"Ah, there you are." She spoke, stoic as ever. Though, she didn't even flick her eyes up at him, not actually wanting to acknowledge him.
She allowed the moment to hang in the air as she scanned the page of the book. It wasn't very clear whether she was actually reading or simply trying to hold the power over him. Likely both. As she reached the end of the page, she slipped a ribbon between the pages and closed the book, sliding it to the side. Sitting back, she looked over Ciceron, deciding not to offer him a seat.
"I've grown tired of your existence." She said bluntly. "You like to think you are so very clever putting ideas in my husband's head, advising him against my will, comforting him when I wish for him to soak up the misery I wish to inflict on him. I don't know if it is some game you're playing, or you are too stupid to realise the position you put yourself in."
She leaned forward.
"Are you trying to make an enemy of me, York?"