Chapter 103: The universe hates villains.
As a new day arrived and the hours drew close to the elimination of the Silberuss family, Sigrid felt more and more uneasy. She had her eyes peeled on the streets as her carriage carried her off to the townhouse which Roland had given her as a gift.
Everything appeared to be normal, the city dwellers were unbothered, just happily getting on with their lives unaware that the streets would be dyed red the following day. To Sigrid, everything was off. the air was thick with an eerie stillness, as if the very atmosphere was holding its breath in anticipation of the impending doom.
The sun was dull, absent of the warm and comforting rays, it was because the season would soon change but Sigrid’s mind attributed it to an ominous air. Even the shadows of the people on the cobblestone streets appeared to be longer and chilling.
She looked at a family of three, a little girl was jumping care freely as she walked between her parents. Her father was holding one of her hands, in the other she had a maple leafed sugar candy. Would this little girl still be smiling like this, come tomorrow? She asked herself.
By the time the carriage pulled to a stop behind the walls of the townhouse, her mind had traveled to many places. When she stepped out of it, assisted by her maids, she noticed three unmarked carriages and realized that she was the last Thorin to arrive at the house which would be used as the headquarters of their scheming.
The townhouse was beautiful, a large family sized house that boasted of a polished enchanted stone walls that shimmered subtly in the daylight. That alone spoke volumes to what it had cost Roland to acquire, houses like this did not come cheap and they were rarely sold.
Tall, arched windows adorned with intricate stained glass, depicting scenes of mythical creatures rumored to live in the Mystwood Grove forest. Maple leaves on long vines imbued with a touch of magic gracefully climbed the walls, when one gave the illusion of falling, another grew back.
"Welcome mistress," a distinguished gentleman with salt and pepper hair stepped in Sigrid’s path.
She glanced at him and then at Brolin who explained who the man was immediately.