Arabelle was honestly, rather annoyed. She heard everyone speak of the gods bestowing the vision of life's greatest moments before the final exhale of death. What a load of garbage.
All she had seen was her misfortune, one after another, all leading her to now. Forced on her knees, glaring daggers into the man that had betrayed her. The one man that she had truly trusted in the world.
Before she could let out another curse through the undignified gag, pain sparked through her chest and she crumpled to the ground. Vacant eyes staring unblinkingly into those putrid green ones.
Arabelle De'Lioncourt was dead. Murdered by her own identical twin brother.