Chapter 173
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’What’s wrong with her?’
The Youngest of the Sylfinnier thought as she watched the foreigner retreat from her side.
It had never happened before. Staying in the same place only the two of them without any other family member in a partially quiet ambience was not how their meetings alone commonly proceeded.
Theressa was uncomfortable from the beginning.
The moment she announced her desire to stay with her sister to accomplish her hidden intentions, her Father made an unsettling comment about the object she needed to enter the chambers of her Sister. And even before that, she had seen the pain in her Sister’s eyes as she honestly confessed to the Duke her concerns about failing as a woman and a Lady because she had witnessed the difference between herself and Marianne.
Although at times she found her Father upsetting, the child was most of the time honest with him. He had the ability to make her tell her concerns without many machinations... for his loving and honestly caring eyes were her weakness.
She could also see his affection in them and the child who searched for true love would always yield to him, timid for the demonstration caused itching delight. Theressa, although manipulative, feared to be hated by her Father. Consequently... Whenever his loving eyes changed to be ones that found reproach in her, Theressa would be truthful even if her distasteful Sister Marianne was present to witness the truth she wanted to hide from her out of useless pride.
Then, when she was to enter her Chambers, the Sister she had only yelled at for years, without showing reaction or intention to move in her statuesque posture, was acting in ways she had never imagined.
And what’s more... Her goodwill... Even in the selfish girl’s eyes seemed odd and baseless after the loathe the young child kept towards Marianne has been made apparent with their every encounter.
Theresa had lowered her hostility out of fear for what the Bestial Fenrir’s Chamber could hide. And it was the soft graze of her Sister’s hand reaching for her wrist to support her when in fright, that had shaken the child.
"....." — Letting her hand follow hers that wanted to draw it closer, she watched in silence.