Wounds- Part 2

She stood outside the patio, looking at the clouds grumble as she stood in Delcrov's mansion. Looking straight at it wondering what to do. Damien was against her joining the council as if something bad would come to befall her. He had also tried to maneuver her out of the topic, she sighed. 

It was alright, she thought to herself. Lady Isabelle, though she wasn't in the council, she was sure she had done many great things before she had died. Also part of her told her that if she ever were to join the council, she would be put under watch and failed candidate category by Damien himself to make sure she didn't get through. She wished she could do something rather than sit around worrying if she would turn to a black witch. 

Lord Alexander had subtly coaxed her to try it out though his words were not direct they told her to break the rules. Did it mean it was alright for her to touch the book? Her hand clutched onto the rails pondering on it.