his dinner.
Blythe was busy in conversation with Lucian, and didn’t seem to notice the exchange, which Capri was thankful for. She wasn’t sure how to act around Blythe now that she knew what had happened, and even though Blythe had had no responsibility whatsoever for the actions of her father, Capri couldn’t help but feel uncomfortable over the whole thing.
And so, when after dinner Blythe cornered her just outside the dining hall, Capri realized that she wasn’t going to have the luxury of avoiding the confrontation any longer.
“So I assume that Thea told you that it was my father who was responsible for what happened to you and your mother.” Blythe said, her lips curving ever so slightly.
Capri bit her tongue, at a loss at what to say. Her hands twisted together in front of her nervously.
Blythe continued to stare at her, and after a moment, her pretty face contorted with despair and frustration. When she spoke, her voice was as heated as the temper that burned inside of her.
“It never sat right with me, what he did. I know that I’m not responsible for his actions, but, damnit, he was my father, and he destroyed my family because of his petty hatred.” Her jaw clenched and she took a deep breath as she bit back the rush of anger, averting her gaze in an effort to collect herself. When her eyes met Capri’s again a moment later, they were steadier, focused. “Please don’t think less of me now that you know…we were friends once, and I’d like us to be friends again.”
Capri reached out then, clutching Blythe’s hands in her own. She squeezed tightly, the sorrow and forgiveness she felt so easily read on her face.
“I could never blame you.” She whispered, shaking her head. She felt tears brim in her eyes as she recognized that the grief Blythe felt was the same that had plagued her own soul nearly her entire life. The grief of wondering what could have been had your life not been forever altered by someone else’s bad decisions.
“Wow.” Blythe laughed shakily, wiping away her own tears and grinning. “Liam said you would take it like this, and I thought he was dead wrong. I guess I just wouldn’t blame you for hating me by association.”
“I hope we can be really good friends. I want us to stay together this time.” Capri said as she reached for Blythe’s hands again. “We should both promise to not let anything separate us again.”
Blythe grinned. “Deal.”
When Rhiannon and Rohan walked by and saw the two girls clutching each other and sobbing, they both watched with very different expressions. Rohan looked annoyed at the fact that two girls were openly crying in what in his eyes was a formal court, while Rhiannon looked on with empty eyes and a ragingly jealous heart.
♦ ♦ ♦
“Sit back and just relax, Capri.” Serendipity said as Capri laid back in what was definitely the most comfortable recliner she had ever sat in. It was covered in smooth, buttery leather the color of natural silk, and when a button was pressed, a footrest folded out smoothly and Capri felt herself tilt back until she was so comfortable she could have nodded off to sleep almost instantly. If she hadn’t been so nervous, she might have done just that, without even needing the Muses’ help.
The Muses operated out of the far east tower of the castle. They had few windows, relying instead on hundreds of candles for light, and had decorated with numerous jewel toned rugs, shawls, throws, and pillows, all scattered around with incense burning so that the entire tower was filled with the scent of sandalwood and vanilla.
Against the curve of the tower wall were three large, freestanding gold framed mirrors, which she had been informed were used by the Muses to search for those both deserving and in need of inspiration. She also learned that the Muses based their selection on destiny, and those who, if given the right push, would create both art and music that would ultimately impact entire
Blythe was busy in conversation with Lucian, and didn’t seem to notice the exchange, which Capri was thankful for. She wasn’t sure how to act around Blythe now that she knew what had happened, and even though Blythe had had no responsibility whatsoever for the actions of her father, Capri couldn’t help but feel uncomfortable over the whole thing.
And so, when after dinner Blythe cornered her just outside the dining hall, Capri realized that she wasn’t going to have the luxury of avoiding the confrontation any longer.
“So I assume that Thea told you that it was my father who was responsible for what happened to you and your mother.” Blythe said, her lips curving ever so slightly.
Capri bit her tongue, at a loss at what to say. Her hands twisted together in front of her nervously.
Blythe continued to stare at her, and after a moment, her pretty face contorted with despair and frustration. When she spoke, her voice was as heated as the temper that burned inside of her.
“It never sat right with me, what he did. I know that I’m not responsible for his actions, but, damnit, he was my father, and he destroyed my family because of his petty hatred.” Her jaw clenched and she took a deep breath as she bit back the rush of anger, averting her gaze in an effort to collect herself. When her eyes met Capri’s again a moment later, they were steadier, focused. “Please don’t think less of me now that you know…we were friends once, and I’d like us to be friends again.”
Capri reached out then, clutching Blythe’s hands in her own. She squeezed tightly, the sorrow and forgiveness she felt so easily read on her face.
“I could never blame you.” She whispered, shaking her head. She felt tears brim in her eyes as she recognized that the grief Blythe felt was the same that had plagued her own soul nearly her entire life. The grief of wondering what could have been had your life not been forever altered by someone else’s bad decisions.
“Wow.” Blythe laughed shakily, wiping away her own tears and grinning. “Liam said you would take it like this, and I thought he was dead wrong. I guess I just wouldn’t blame you for hating me by association.”
“I hope we can be really good friends. I want us to stay together this time.” Capri said as she reached for Blythe’s hands again. “We should both promise to not let anything separate us again.”
Blythe grinned. “Deal.”
When Rhiannon and Rohan walked by and saw the two girls clutching each other and sobbing, they both watched with very different expressions. Rohan looked annoyed at the fact that two girls were openly crying in what in his eyes was a formal court, while Rhiannon looked on with empty eyes and a ragingly jealous heart.
♦ ♦ ♦
“Sit back and just relax, Capri.” Serendipity said as Capri laid back in what was definitely the most comfortable recliner she had ever sat in. It was covered in smooth, buttery leather the color of natural silk, and when a button was pressed, a footrest folded out smoothly and Capri felt herself tilt back until she was so comfortable she could have nodded off to sleep almost instantly. If she hadn’t been so nervous, she might have done just that, without even needing the Muses’ help.
The Muses operated out of the far east tower of the castle. They had few windows, relying instead on hundreds of candles for light, and had decorated with numerous jewel toned rugs, shawls, throws, and pillows, all scattered around with incense burning so that the entire tower was filled with the scent of sandalwood and vanilla.
Against the curve of the tower wall were three large, freestanding gold framed mirrors, which she had been informed were used by the Muses to search for those both deserving and in need of inspiration. She also learned that the Muses based their selection on destiny, and those who, if given the right push, would create both art and music that would ultimately impact entire
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