Aristele opened the casket to see Cordelia staring up at him. He smiled sweetly at his Aunt, still covered in her vomit and blood-drenched dress, "Aunt!" He chirped, "I hope you won't ever come back here."
Lumielle resisted the urge to smile.
"The spell will wear off soon," he mumbled. He had frozen her body in place so she couldn't move, but the casket had a noise-canceling spell engrained into the wood. "But, you can't even scream can you!" He chuckled, gleeful to see the woman that had tried to sew the seeds of discord in such a position.
Aristele shook his head, "I told you that you should be careful."
Lumielle stood behind him, tucking some hair behind her ear, "We'll send you back up North, Countess Vonright. Don't worry. Though, it'll take a couple of days. Hopefully, you don't die in the meantime. It would be a shame. . ."
