Not That Kind of Relationship

"You have—"

"The Blessing?" Rosalind smirked. Why would she reveal her Blessing to Victoria? The Matriarch of this house?

It was quite simple. Victoria would always protect Dorothy and if Victoria revealed Rosalind's Blessing, everything would change.

"Did you ever believe that the one gifted with black hair would receive the Blessing of the light?" Rosalind asked.

"You played us all—"

"As much as I want to, I cannot do that, Madam." Rosalind lowered herself until her face was at the same level as the Marchioness. "I am not as talented at playing people as you and your daughter," she whispered.

"You—"

"Yes, I know what you did. And I will make sure that you suffer a fate worse than death if you let me stay in this mansion."

"You are a Lux!"