Eve bit her lips nervously, hesitating before the door. With her one hand suspended in the air, she stood there before her step-sister's new room that the king had lavishly allotted to her the other day, citing causes of security.
Though she had to admit that she hated this newfound relationship between the two, she knew that she was no one to question. She had already made up her mind about the king being a lecher. Her sister on the other hand, she had always hated. At least she thought she did until that night that she had seen her covered in blood.
Though they were never the best of friends, they had grown up inside the same boundary, if not under the same roof. There was bound to be some kind of affection that Viola too would share for her, wasn't there? She wondered to herself. Or was she merely hoping in vain?
"Whatever Eve." She murmured, finally making up her mind. "Everything depends on you now."
