Ansel's Gift - Seven (I)
"The time has come, you must fulfill... your promise."
The promise naturally concerning that bargain.
The perilous and madcap bargain Ravenna had struck with the Young Princess. Despite her self-proclaimed rationality, she had accepted the deal.
For in the twenty-one years of her frigid existence, meaningful endeavors were few and far between.
Such a noble and grand aspiration to transform this rigidly absurd world, ultimately leading to a tragic demise, yet still imparting his beliefs and ideals to his granddaughter. The death of Eileen Ziegler was an obsession Ravenna could not relinquish, no matter the cost.
"You... now?"
Ravenna almost instinctively wanted to distance herself from Suellen, uncertain if she was under Evora's surveillance, but Suellen had already spoken, leaving her with no alternative.
"Fear not, for my haughty sister, Lord Ansel will handle her."