Hell0NHighWater
Queen of Hell
โฝLOCATIONโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโฝMUSIC TO SET THE MOODโ
Bella's Room > Chapel โโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โ Lola Blanc - Donโt Say You Do
โฝINTERACTIONSโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโฝOOCโ
Cashi | โโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโSorry I am armed with one braincell
โโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโโโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโโโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโโโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโโโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโโโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โโโโ โ
โซท Arabella de Montagu โซธ
After Isolde had made her rather abrupt exit, there wasnโt much to do but sit back and finish her tea. A couple hours past and after Roman left, Arabella resigned herself to the list of tasks she had written out for herself. The letter that she had composed to her Father was a lot shorter than she had originally intended; A brief statement of facts without a note of sincerity or remorse. She would not pretend to be broken up about the impossibility of being able to uphold the arrangement that had been decided at her birth, and she told him just that. Without fear of repercussions. William de Montagu was an ocean away and by the time he even received the letter it would be too late.
She would no longer owe Edwin Howe anything--least of all her good nature.
Arabella was half way through her third draft of the venomous letter to her previously betrothed when Isolde showed up again. Although she had completely forgotten that she had agreed to do the other womanโs hair, Bella was rather thankful for the interruption. It gave her time to simmer in a newfound elation of hatred.
The call to the chapel was daunting. She had been so distracted that she hadnโt had the time to truly digest everything that was happening and now that she was hereโฆ
Draped in white silk, Arabella felt utterly ridiculous sitting in that tiny room listening to the Baron prattle a reminder about the unionโs true nature. She was not comforted by his words, in fact, she might have preferred it if he hadnโt spoken at all. The faster they were done with this mess, the faster she could get out of this dress and go to sleep. If only it werenโt impolite to fall asleep at social functions.
Bella blanched at the sound of her name. Her body refused to move for a moment longer than it should have, legs weighted by dread. While on the outside she remained perfectly composed, every step hurtled her mind further and further into chaotic panic. A swirl of anxieties, probabilities, and insecurities threatened to overwhelm her entirely. What if she had made the wrong choice? What if, in thinking that she had found a loophole, she had really traded one gilded cage for another? What if this partnership somehow did to her what her father had done to her mother?
Coming to a complete stop at the center of her respective symbol, she kept her gaze narrowed on the floor. Her stomach churned and for a moment she thought she might hurl all over Mr. Zabolotskyโs shoes. While the thought was entertaining, Bella knew better. Sheโd decidedly rather choke on her own vomit than give anyone the satisfaction in seeing her in such a state. Consciously flexing her right hand, she ignored the pain of her nails biting into the palm of her hand.
Arabella cast her eyes at Ilya just long enough to catch the unseeing, glazed, look in his eye and the slight sag in his posture. She bristled. In the brief time that they had known each other, she had never seen him in such a state; she had begrudgingly been around Valentin enough to know just what the dilated pupils and fine sheen of sweat meant, but he was horrendously open about his drug use. For Mr. Zabolotsky, this was extremely unusual.
A pinch of concern made the corners of her mouth droop. Bella opened her mouth to ask him if he was feeling okay, but promptly shut it the moment she heard the shutter of a camera. Her gaze shifted back to the Baron, awaiting further instruction while hiding her rampaging emotions behind a near expressionless mask.
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