"Duchess Eliard," Lumielle spoke, managing to stop the bleeding of her nose. The stream of rubies reminded her of the hollow gift that she had gotten from her father when she had first debuted in society. He had arrived with another girl on his arm, she clung to him with a smile on her face, and now, she was here, with a stinging cheek both from Eliard and her father. "Leave."
"Who are you to demand such things?" She snarled out. Her pale blonde hair glittered in the light. She snarled, her red lips pulling up aggressively to show off her teeth. A slash of white was hidden beneath two roses.
Lumielle looked at her father, "I am acting exactly like how Duchess Eliard has characterized me. A motherless erratic bitch," she walked back to the chair, ignoring the shakiness of her legs. She gracefully sat back down. Her dress had blood splotches on it. She would burn it.
Lumielle would burn a lot of things.
