ECLIPSE
Five hours ago, Eclipse had achieved the surprising by clearing food fit enough to feed three people.
Now, she was stuffed full, seated in the same room with Malric NorthSteed at past midnight, while her mind gradually slipped away from her.
She hated to admit it… loathed to admit it, but she had always dreamt of an explosive confrontation with Malric NorthSteed.
She had dreamt of a scene where he would grovel before her, explaining that there had been more to the massacre of her family.
Some nonsense about it being a political necessity and his hands were tied as a king.
She had dreamt of him explaining why he had to reject her. Something about him chasing a grand cause that could not be understood by mere mortals like her.
She would listen to his explanations and slit his throat nonetheless, but at least, he would explain himself.
Give her some self-righteous and selfish reasons that might not make logical sense, but some emotional sense at least.
