"Duchess, are you inside? Can I come in?" Vix's voice broke through the silence, interrupting my contemplations.
"Yes, come in," I replied, granting her entry. She arrived bearing food and fresh clothes for the disheveled woman who had been waiting with eager anticipation.
The woman's eyes widened as she beheld the array of food before her. "Food! Finally, food is here. All of this is mine. No one is going to touch them. All of this belongs to me alone," she declared, her possessiveness over the meal apparent as she circled it protectively.
Vix looked puzzled as she set down the provisions. "Duchess, who is she? And why is she behaving like this? Didn't you ask me to bring food for yourself? Then why is she here?" she inquired, her brow furrowing.
