Breakingdown

She forced a smile, pushing back the queasy feeling rising; squeezing her index finger in the hope to calm her nerves.

"I.....I don't think we met, Milady"

Sevyn raised her perfectly shaped eyebrow "So, you didn't remember me?"

"I apologize, but I don't," she said, shifting her eyes on the polished floor.

She must stay on her act until these horrifying seconds end.

A smile of victory stretched on Sevyn's lips as she bowed "Then let me introduce myself, I am Sevyn Mortham, the lady of the Mortham Clan. We met at the Shrine, the day of the inauguration of my daughter"

Bella gulped at the sudden tension forming in the hall. It felt like that these people had something going on in their minds. Like there was a hidden conflict between them.

Seira gazes at her mother's eyes, meeting her grey irises. Back then, she saw those eyes as nothing full of strictness in them and kind in a way. But now, she could clearly find the wicked in them.