The Grey Storm

10

Trying to Let go
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Isamiona arrived to the mansion late in the night into the early morning, slightly wobbling towards the steps. Her shirt was bloody and her kedaat was pulled back against the bun as her hair was sticking out, holding her head which was dizzy from all the drinking after the whole King Killers incident. Sluggishly entering the house, seeing it's dark but eyes burning in fury staring back at her. "Gods," she groaned walking in knowing everyone is asleep but was a met with a fuming Hyo who sat in the dark with her arms folded and looks that can kill. Isamiona groaned louder, accidentally dropping the keys on the floor when trying to put it on the table. "Are you drunk Isamiona?" Hyo frowned as her anger faded but horrified at Isamiona's appearance, getting up from the couch quickly.

"Just a little. . .like. . .a-after a bottle of something-something down the line." she smiled to herself taking off her coat trying to put it on an invisible hook. Watching the coat fall besides the keys, Hyo tried to hide her grin. "But it was good," watching the Head of the Rosemary stumbling towards her, placing her finger on her lip hushing the older woman. "Miada, you only call me my name if I did something wrong? Did I do something wrong?"

"Isamiona, you're drunk and covered in blood! Did you get into a fight?" Hyo held Isamiona to look for any wounds but realised something and blinked in confusion, "Did you just call me Miada?"

"Yes? You're my mother, silly birthgiver." Isamiona smiled drunkly patting Hyo's cheeks, who was totally bewildered. "Relax, it was just a dragonfly. Clinthar didn't train wimps, plus stressing is harmful for the baby," she giggled hugging Hyo, but Hyo looked at Isamiona shocked. "Miada, I'll be fine." Hyo let the drunk Isamiona be, seeing Isamiona is a cheery drunk. Maybe she got drunk to get over her grief and got into a fight, Hyo held onto her tighter. "Ney Miada, the baby!" Isamiona scolded before loosening the hug and rubbed Hyo's flat tummy carefully as Hyo played along and smiling but was in total shock, "Oh y-yes, sorry."

"Biada will be happy if it's another girl, he'll surely treat her like a princess." Isamiona smiled and gently patted Hyo's stomach, "You look like you're gonna spoil the child yourself?"

"Can't help it, that miracle is my happiness that stole my heart." Hyo frowned a held Isamiona's dried up bloody hands, "Go rest now, Isamiona." the young girl smiled happily, taking Hyo's hand and kissing her hand deeply. "I'm sorry Miada, forgive me?"

"Of course I do,"

"I love you Miada,"

"I love you too." Isamiona smiled and hummed walking through the corridor in the dark, Hyo watched as she disappeared into the darkness. Dropping her smile as she was shocked, did Mira died along with her unborn baby? Wondering how Isamiona could take losing so much dear ones after each other, but seeing how Isamiona mistaken her as Mira. It seemed like both women were no different, picking up Isamiona bloody coat and keys.

Iseul listened by the staircase with his navy blue robe, listening to Isamiona's drunken singing in horror as it echoed the hallways. Feeling sick to the core with his hands in his face, calming himself not to alert Hyo. Getting onto his feet as he walked down the stairscase slowly. Hyo giggled as Isamiona's drunk singing faded meaning she's in the granny flat, making Iseul smile. "You heard?" his wife asked as he hummed, Hyo furrowed her brows in deep thought which made her frown.

This made him upset that she been hard on herself, always waiting for Isamiona to come home. Getting sad from countless rejections when Isamiona avoids joining the table, "I want my wife in bed with me, it's cold there," he held Hyo kissing her head, smelling her night lavender lotion. "Such a big baby," Hyo teased slapping his butt which made him chuckle as they laughed slightly, alone in the hallway.

"Mira was pregnant?" Hyo stated as the heavy tension dreaded the entrance of the house, Iseul felt a knot in his stomach as Hyo looked at Isamiona coat smelling it then scowling her face from the alcohol reeks. "Seems so," Iseul shrugged unfazed as Hyo stared at the empty hallway which Isamiona walks day and night alone, "Poor Isamiona," shaking her head. Iseul lead Hyo upstairs, "Come, this is suppose to be my time alone with my wife."

"Possessive much?" Hyo smirked as she walked ahead, Iseul shook his head watching Hyo with such love.