The guilt obscured her vision, and she could not see the sharp raptor eyes that evaluated, and remembered. This would not be the first time Elvira was rewarded for her churlishness, in a round-about way, and surely nor would it be the first time that Alaine caved to her basic instincts and abused with pain or love. The discipline was not discipline, it was a steep learning curve for a girl that had shown her ability to manipulate and adapt.
The little tubby body still whimpered where it was clutched to her, and the mother momentarily suffocated in her personal torment. Perhaps the shadow was claiming her at last, as Gabriel had feared it might. Was she evil to have done such a thing? Elvira was so beautiful, such an image of innocence even in her youth. "I will give you pretty things," She whispered into the silky cream head, "Would you like a bow? A bow for a well-behaved princess?"
For her daughter was a princess, bastard royalty. One day, she feared, Inferni would know of it.
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