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Blue eyes refused to move from her plate as dessert was placed down in front of her, fingertips pressing harshly into the tops of her thighs where they laid on her lap as Sven leaned in close and began to murmur to her. She wished to believe him, to take his words at face value and let go of what had happened the night before and what was said between then and now. But she was scared to. His words had added depth to a wound that had manifested during the week leading up to her almost-execution. Carina was all too aware that she was dangling by an already-fraying rope, and each difficulty that they went through, without her being able to go to him for comfort and knowing forgiveness would never be shown, was like a knife slowly sawing through the last of the thinning threads.
She would have flinched at his louder voice, including Andrew in the conversation, if it weren't for her carefully controlled expression. For the same reason Sven kept his voice lowered, Carina ensured that her expression remained neutral. As he included Andrew back into the conversation, Carina reached for her glass of water, taking a sip to momentarily compose herself, albeit inwardly.
It all suddenly became so unbearable. His apology, heartfelt or not, still effected her as they would considering she still held a deep love for him and desperate desire to have him forgive her and welcome her back into his arms. Then him saying how wonderful a mother she was, when Carina knew that wasn't true. A wonderful mother wouldn't have broken up a family; a wonderful mother would have told her child's father everything; a wonderful mother would never have put her child in harms way.
Then the talk of Lorcan's lungs, waking them in the middle of the night. If he hadn't done that over a week ago... would either of them still be alive and talking to Andrew in that moment?
Carina took another hasty sip of water to combat the rising nausea that bubbled in her throat, the dessert in front of her no longer looking so appetising. The heels of her palms kneaded against the tops of her thighs for a moment once she put her glass down, her head beginning to throb with the tension she was creating within herself.
"If you'll excuse me, a day of staring down at the same cursive lines is playing havoc with my recovering baby brain and given me quite the headache. I think I'll retire early, this evening." She interrupted Sven softly, smiling to both men apologetically, "Perhaps you could both enjoy a drink together in the sun parlour once dinner is done, the sunset is just gorgeous in that room, Andrew." She gave the other man a brief slither of attention, out of politeness considering she was leaving rather abruptly.
Pushing herself to her feet, Carina placed her napkin on the table besides her untouched dessert and slipped out from her chair. She didn't leave immediately, however, knowing she still had to play her part. She lightly rested her hand on the back of Sven's as she leaned down to graze her lips against his cheek, but not daring to linger for too long despite wanting to, a lump forming in her throat at the mere scent of his aftershave and soap. She didn't wish to make him uncomfortable.
Andrew had stood out of respect for his monarch, as he had always been told to do, when Carina gave her excuses and stood to leave. His napkin was clutched between his hands, replacing the cap he had strangled earlier in the day. He gave her a quiet, understanding smile, nodding simply in response and acknowledgement of her words. He only sat again when Carina had left the room, clearing his throat quietly afterwards and taking a sip of water before continuing with his own pudding.
To the outsider, he had noticed nothing out of the ordinary between the couple, having thought nothing of Sven leaning in close to his wife to whisper something privately to her. He had simply carried on with his food, not particularly interested in finding out or listening in. Besides, the food was too good to ignore.
"When will you know whose, ah, powers he has taken? I mean... I started showing mine when I was.... six? I'm not sure if that was the same for you or if it changes between people. Is there a chance he could have both? Is that even a thing?" He questioned, just to make conversation, looking back to Sven.
She would have flinched at his louder voice, including Andrew in the conversation, if it weren't for her carefully controlled expression. For the same reason Sven kept his voice lowered, Carina ensured that her expression remained neutral. As he included Andrew back into the conversation, Carina reached for her glass of water, taking a sip to momentarily compose herself, albeit inwardly.
It all suddenly became so unbearable. His apology, heartfelt or not, still effected her as they would considering she still held a deep love for him and desperate desire to have him forgive her and welcome her back into his arms. Then him saying how wonderful a mother she was, when Carina knew that wasn't true. A wonderful mother wouldn't have broken up a family; a wonderful mother would have told her child's father everything; a wonderful mother would never have put her child in harms way.
Then the talk of Lorcan's lungs, waking them in the middle of the night. If he hadn't done that over a week ago... would either of them still be alive and talking to Andrew in that moment?
Carina took another hasty sip of water to combat the rising nausea that bubbled in her throat, the dessert in front of her no longer looking so appetising. The heels of her palms kneaded against the tops of her thighs for a moment once she put her glass down, her head beginning to throb with the tension she was creating within herself.
"If you'll excuse me, a day of staring down at the same cursive lines is playing havoc with my recovering baby brain and given me quite the headache. I think I'll retire early, this evening." She interrupted Sven softly, smiling to both men apologetically, "Perhaps you could both enjoy a drink together in the sun parlour once dinner is done, the sunset is just gorgeous in that room, Andrew." She gave the other man a brief slither of attention, out of politeness considering she was leaving rather abruptly.
Pushing herself to her feet, Carina placed her napkin on the table besides her untouched dessert and slipped out from her chair. She didn't leave immediately, however, knowing she still had to play her part. She lightly rested her hand on the back of Sven's as she leaned down to graze her lips against his cheek, but not daring to linger for too long despite wanting to, a lump forming in her throat at the mere scent of his aftershave and soap. She didn't wish to make him uncomfortable.
Andrew had stood out of respect for his monarch, as he had always been told to do, when Carina gave her excuses and stood to leave. His napkin was clutched between his hands, replacing the cap he had strangled earlier in the day. He gave her a quiet, understanding smile, nodding simply in response and acknowledgement of her words. He only sat again when Carina had left the room, clearing his throat quietly afterwards and taking a sip of water before continuing with his own pudding.
To the outsider, he had noticed nothing out of the ordinary between the couple, having thought nothing of Sven leaning in close to his wife to whisper something privately to her. He had simply carried on with his food, not particularly interested in finding out or listening in. Besides, the food was too good to ignore.
"When will you know whose, ah, powers he has taken? I mean... I started showing mine when I was.... six? I'm not sure if that was the same for you or if it changes between people. Is there a chance he could have both? Is that even a thing?" He questioned, just to make conversation, looking back to Sven.