Morning.
Dungeon, Theodore Mansion.
Critic Arley, Critic-Ishire.
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Theodore felt irked by the conversation but he needed Lydia to find the closure, she might be needed not withstanding he didn't believe in closures.
Tentatively Lydia drew nearer to the bars and Mira uncharacteristically threw spit her way. Lydia stepped aside quickly and luckily it only touched the end tip of her sleeping cloak.
Her chin wobbled again and she blinked the last tears away. "I hope it was worth it" she whispered before turning to her husband, she did spar Mira a chance to refute.
"Theodore…she is all yours" she said, her fingers trailed his arms as she walked out.
In a loud voice. "I do not mind being Theodore's but he shall have to do better" Mira the maid sneered as she began to laugh maniacally.
Without a word, Lord Theodore approached the suddenly trembling maid, his steps measured and deliberate.
