The lady's reaction merely nurtured the tree of antipathy that Lauviah harboured in her heart. It was supposed to stay as a meagre seedling if not for her uncontrolled emotions that diligently watered its growth.
Lauviah's shoulders trembled, so did her eyes, utterly at a loss on how to proceed. Even though an entirely different entity was attempting to take control of her rationality, the Countess' consciousness prevailed - It was for the reason that the emotions that she sheltered were in the extremest of degrees, winning in the fight for dominance.
