Legal Murder

Chapter 2.3 // Isabelia Verlice {♥}

Chapter 2.3//Isabelia Verlice (1889)

Duchess Isabelia Verlice, daughter of Rainer and Amira Verlice. Despite that, the problem in question was the ruling of the young duchess. She wasn't set to "rule" her family just yet as there were others... she needed to get rid of.

"Young mistress, higher ups wanted to speak with you" Denzel, one of her guards informed the young girl. "With gratitude, Denzel" she walked off to the head of the table where she sat on her father's seat.

Reaching her current state, duchess Isabelia was known for her stoic and mature nature. Her aura cried a cold, yet blistering blue flame. It was like a lit candle, but the candle was built with ice. A stature one would say is humiliating, but a disposition that can be considered lustre. Despite this, her soft side shows when it was necessary or when she is with people she likes.

The young duchess sat on her father's seat, with little to no regret of what she had committed. She knew it was wrong, but felt it was right. No sane man would be able to perpetrate such a horrid act. Contrary to belief, the girl knows a lot about trauma. Dealing with it, fighting it, seeing it, conquering it. She wouldn't give a single inch of care in the world to something, or someone who won't benefit her. Needless to say, you need to get on her good side.

Though she did have thick sin, she had soft spots for a few people, her "sisters", and some of her closest assistants.

Her back was straightened, against the board of her father's seat. She had a small smirk; indistinguishable to those from a far. Guilt was not in question. Her morality was practically thrown out the window. She was known for being stoic, but when she shows a fragment of emotion, it was bound to be one heck of a story.

She looked down to the letter in her hands. "Hmm..." she hummed, recalling the day she got this letter as a response.

~~Flashback~~

*drip ... drop*

*drip ... drop*

"Ring a' ring of roses, pockets full of posies, ashes...ashes...we all fall down.."

The humming tune of a familiar children song was heard down the hallway. The clacking of shoes were echoing along with it. The owner of the humming voice was a well known little girl. Not for her current acts, but for her position and title in the family. Young duchess Isabelia, or Belia as her family would call her, knew something outsiders didn't...besides a few..

The panting and running of a well known guard was heard right after the menacing tune. This particular guard, Phillip Azora, was known for being one of the best guards during his time. "You can run, but you can't hide" the voice from earlier was heard again. "Oh my gosh! Stop making my job harder here. Don't put me in a position where I have to show you how cold my heart can get"...

*slash*

The body drops dead, with her hands grasping the hair of the once appreciated man. "Tch, you got blood on my dress, oh well, I'll let the rats deal with you" As the girl tossed the head.

She threw her dress away, as getting caught with evidence was the last thing she wanted. "Young Mistress! A dead body was found! 3rd floor, hallway 6!" A guard ran toward their young mistress. Before the commotion, the young girl was gazing out her window. The nice view was calming to her. Though she has done this before, Belia was still nervous. Either way, everyone, patriots, citizens, workers, heck even children, were already scared of the young girl. Girls her age would be picking flowers and running around with their families.

"Oh dear, who could possibly have done this?" the girl tilted her head slightly. "Young mistress, Sir. Philip's head was seen on the ground. We inferred that the murderer had beheaded him" the girl simply hummed. "Well then, inform his family about the current events. Give him a proper burial. Tell the family, I won't be able to attend". She walked away with no guilt baring her.