After getting some well deserved sleep, Clover felt beyond refreshed. For once she slept comfy. She found herself constantly relaxed and on edge.
The bedding was fantastic, warm, and full of fluff. However the more she rest the closer the due date. There was also the problem of how great this felt.
Complaining about a shower then never leaving. She understood how a cat felt. no student debt, no expectations, no desire to leave, no need to walk, no need to even ask for attention as her brothers and father often came.
Despite eating, she still had no idea how to save him. The steak was amazing and tender. Medium rare with some vegetables and juice to help her regain energy to move.
Though she was about to give up, Schofield had visited her that afternoon. Two days had passed, and the session was in a little over a week. She had learned something about him.
He was a great strategist as he told her how he became an attendant. The third son to a different marquis. He had been childhood friends with her father.
Although he is called Schofield she remember a very minor character with no appearance other than a line. Technically he did exist.
Edgar Schofield. A brilliant man who may be her ticket. He knew too much. "Uncle Edgar, may I ask a question?" She asked tilting her head.
He had practically melt. The cuteness of a little child calling him uncle, her green eyes with innocence looking up at him so politely.
Oh how she didn't know the advantage she had as a polite child and the only one who respected him (as a Hargrove) for his hard work.
She had tried to be respectful, and succeeded. "No need." She quickly said as he tried to remove her dishes. She was still unused to that.
She insisted on helping put them away. Or at least the table her little legs reached. He nearly fainted. An exaggeration maybe, but she was adorable!
He nearly felt like her parent. The pride he felt when she wanted to help. "You are too pure my lady." He whispered out nearly wiping a tear.
As they sat on the bed, he allowed her to ask questions. "Uncle Edgar, what does it mean to get a capital charge?" She asked.
With her head tilted and a small innocent gaze he froze up. How would he explain? He might cry. Her messy rose-gold locks fell over her face as she asked a seemingly innocent question.
Kids picked up what they hear. And with her parents and environment… she would be tainted. He would have to scold them when they return.
On the inside she was nervous. How do you ask a person whether or not murder would occur. Or rather, if guilty meant murder.
Scratching his neck he tried to subtly explain. "That means the bad man will. er. he goes home," he explained waving his hands, "far away and to home where he lives happily forever."
She appreciated his attempt. That made this easier. "Home? Do we send him back?" She asked in hopes of drawing him to a corner. Either he admits murder of the guilty or she keeps questioning.
One of them will break, and she will plead to a third party to spare the man. Clover asks Schofield. Schofield relays to dad and scolds him for inappropriate conduct.
Guilty man does not die. Only suffer. Being alone in jail was as generous as she could be. He did attempt kidnapping in front of a large audience.
Her plan had flaws but sugar did not save her. If they all saw her as a child, she would be one. Only when convenient, she thought.
He physically coughed. Maybe even choked by the comment. "No." He said exaggerating the vowels by a large degree. "He goes alone." He finished.
So that's his take? "Then could we send him?" She asked batting her eyes. Although not intentional she was an extremely adorable face.
"No. He was mean so now he goes home alone like time-out." He cleared his throat as she pouted while thinking about what a great avoider he was.
"Then we should forgive him. That way he won't spend too long in time-out. Spending forever in time-out is also mean."
Please get the hint she thought. He paused. "Genuinely wonder how he had a sweet child…" she heard a low mutter.
She felt a pat on her head but to no avail she did not get a response. This was much harder than thinking. Thinking a plan was simply but executing was hard she realised.
Things would not always go as planned. No matter how cute she was, only so much could be done. But she was not going to give up.
Even if she had to beg at court, she would do so. She could take humiliation if that meant saving his life for possibly just a little bit longer.
Though that one week was far off she feared herself. What if she got lazy? Thought of nothing? Or even let it slip she wasn't nine and knew murder was wrong?
She wondered whether her family would actually prosecute her for becoming Clover. The entire cast in person and morally deep dives say that even side-characters were crazy.
She had also become curious. Many things were never explained. What was Clover's magic? Why was she continued to be poisoned? Why was she not engaged when allegedly they were close according to Edgar's theory about the duke. Endless thoughts.
She fell backwards onto the bed and thought over multiple strategies. The prince and duke were very secondary when someone was going to be sent to a very far home.
She could ask her papa upfront but that's suspicious. But maybe he would spill? He seemed like the type to talk about murder to kids.
He technically did as the kids knew murder. They were even accusing someone of it. There was no other option than to simply shoot her shot.
The next time the marquis came, she would do her best to convince him not to place a capital charge. She only hoped it'd work.
As for the prince, she could not think of a solution. Approaching him is skeptical. But she couldn't sway. Could she say she didn't know he was a prince?
Much to cliche. Besides, the prince was known for his eyes. A golden colour which not only showed up in royalty, but strong of strong.
An extremely recessive trait said to only appear in those destined to be strong and powerful. Everyone knew the prince to have gold eyes and beautiful hair.
Blue-black short hair which could be slightly tied, and a tall figure. He was around eleven like the twins, and well accomplished. He actually took studies seriously.
However he had a charming side. He never had a light in his eyes. People approached him for political gain, solely. He had no real friends as kids would try to please or run.
She did recall the twins being a source of entertainment. He really liked them! They seemed to not like him with every fiber of their body.
She always assumed so due to the fact they were love rivals. But perhaps this started sooner? She wondered whether they met and that could be an easy meal ticket.
The lonely prince genuinely innocent, just wanted friends. Others only used him.
As the twins ran from him he found them entertaining because they actively said so. No using him, they were loyal but annoyed. He could genuinely express himself.
He was an innocent puppy she wish to dote on. Loyal to the lead he loved. He didn't hide himself and she completely took advantage of that!
Her bias was clearly showing and would show if she ever voiced her opinions, so she tried to settle her thoughts quietly as she thought over ways of ever actually trying to talk to him without wanting to slap him like the twins to get noticed, but she couldn't as she sighed.