Fat Lips

When picking between life and death, Ophelia chose the easiest route. She could stay with Killorn and risk his legacy, his people, and his home. She could go with the Overlords for a swift death. Or, she could go with Everest and live, but at what cost?

"Let me freshen up for dinner," Ophelia bidded Killorn whose grip barely loosened on her fingertips. He paused by the doorway with a slight frown, his dubious gaze flickering to Janette and then, his beautiful wife.

"But you look ravishing," Killorn deadpanned. "As beautiful as always."

"T-to you," Ophelia mused, slipping into their bedroom, accompanied closely by Janette. 

"To everyone," Killorn corrected, closing the door behind him and cutting the conversation. He had business to attend, no doubts, Everest.

"I was unable to locate Nyx, my lady," Janette muttered in disappointment. "I've tried to find him all morning and night, but he is nowhere to be seen."