Chapter 59: The Mysterious Elowyn
"...What do you want," Rafael said with gritted teeth, as Elowyn smirked in front of him like a cat that caught a canary. And he was nothing more than a bird pinned under her claws, flapping its wings desperately trying to escape.
He clenched his fists, wondering if he could get away with murdering her while Orion slept on, oblivious.
"Before you try to decapitate me, just know that I’m now your greatest ally. We need each other to achieve our goals." Elowyn beamed, holding her hands up in a placating gesture.
Rafael made sure to stay clear of her bare hands. Elowyn noticed his cautiousness and laughed lightly.
"Get me an amethyst, and I’ll keep your secret safe." Elowyn mimed, zipping her lips. "But if you don’t want to help..." Her voice trailed off on purpose, letting Rafael fill in the blanks of all the gory details.
"Why do you want an amethyst? Isn’t Orion completely under your thrall?" Rafael pointed out, narrowing his eyes. "Or are you simply unconfident in your skills?"
Was her enchantment on him fading?
"Hmph," Elowyn sniffed none too politely. "You wouldn’t understand. Everyone needs a backup plan. Besides, if Orion snaps out of his infatuation with me, Soleia will never be yours. She’d be his wife for the rest of her days, and you, his loyal dog sleeping at the edge of their bed."
After all, Orion Elsher was a fair and just man. Elowyn would not forget the shock she felt when Orion told her Soleia would remain as Drankenmire’s duchess due to her past efforts. If left alone, Elowyn truly believed Soleia would have fallen in love with Orion, and vice versa. She recalled how difficult it was to hold Orion’s attention whenever Soleia came into the picture.