The Revenant Queen (wlw)

Chapter Fifty- Six

Her heels clicked softly against the polished floor, slow and rhythmic strides yet long legs carried her through the door somewhat quickly. At the acknowledgement of her presence, all the servants bowed quickly, most lowering their eyes.

"Gratissimum," they mumbled and the woman ignored their civility until she walked into her room.

It was amazing what people would do just to get their hands on power and or to learn dark magic thought the slender figure. All the people that worked for her were young, wannabe sorcerers, witches or warlocks and much more creatures who wanted a taste of preeminence and riches. As a part of the deals, she'd have them work for her, and even their children's children were often bound to the agreement which was a great win for her, there was nothing better than creating the perfect deal that lasted for centuries but it was a pitiful thing. Most beings were pitiful creatures.

"Gratissimum, mea dominae suae,"

Her more personal help mumbled and she was elated to hear the man get his Latin right but it took longer for this one to pick up her native tongue which was why she needed to interact with him either in English or Spanish during most of their interactions and it was a bother to the woman.

"Get me a glass of wine, Enrique,"

"Yes mistress," the man bowed and left the room quickly.

She took the time the man who smelled of incense was gone to rid herself of her scarf and loosen a few buttons of her shirt, slipping the hem out of her trousers. At the loosened clothes, she breathed, feeling a freeness.

The woman's amber eyes were sauntering around her room, taking in the streams of the Italian sunlight that spilt in through the windows. It brightened the place, made it so beautiful and that was why the woman lived there that time of year, the view of the sea as her property sat atop the hills was picturesque, magical, worth the money.

Inevitably, her eyes caught sight of a familiar envelope lying inanimate on her bed and she frowned. The moment saw it, Enrique came back into the room with her wine, he placed it on a table and backed away. She pointed at the letter and her long fingers caught the young man's attention.

"Why is that here?" Isabella questioned and quickly the warlock snatched up the letter sealed with the familiar waxed sigil and finished with the cursive writing of her name.

"The council contacted you, ma'am,"

"Why do they want me, my absence for the past several years is not enough indication that I want nothing to do with them?"

"They're slow learners," answered Enrique.

"Get rid of it," the woman mumbled and the man ran off with the envelope but as his sandals slapped against the ground curiosity piqued and so she stopped him before he could discard the blasted thing.

"Wait, before you be rid of it, let me see that,"

"Yes, ma'am,"

Enrique ran back to her.

Isabella waited until the letter was retrieved from the envelope and the man extended it to her. She was offended he wanted her to read it herself so she scoffed at him.

"Can't you read that, child?"

"N-no ma'am, my Latin isn't that advanced yet,"

"Oh?" Isabelle said, her memory was so selective at times and it was amazing how fast she made herself forget trivial things.

"Remind me to put in more hours to teach you how to read it, because I cannot stress myself over tedious things like reading, Enrique, plus you need to learn it if you want to do the things you do,"