The Grey Storm

18

Prepping for Lelia
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"Interesting, you can see them from here," Lady Lelï sniffed every two second break, meaning she came from prayers. It was an odd habit that she couldn't understand about the old woman. Lady Lelï wore a black Balenciaga suit, deep V-line neck with golden chains decorated on the shoulders. It was the only suit made out of a Designer's Collection, which was made for the Lady of the state. Her grandmother were friends with these famous designers in her time, very close friends with them. She wears each of their name brand deciding on her mood and colour.

Unlike Isamiona who wears grieving clothes. A regular grey dress shirt and black suit pants with a black trenchcoat and matching Kedaat. "Do you see them having sex?" her grandmother asked smirking, looking over at the balcony still sniffing. Isamiona sighed in embarrassment shaking her head, "No, gross and traumatising." Lady Lelï laughed out loudly, putting her white prayer beads in her pocket. Calm down as Isamiona looked at her, a hard slap went through her face hitting her mostly in the ear but she kept her head still. "Never ever let me come here again! I did not teach you to be weak." slapping her again, Isamiona curled her toes and fingers from the pain. "Ay, Eüya." Lady Lelï held her granddaughter's cheeks tightly lifting her off from the floor to meet her height. Isamiona looked at her unfazed and expressionless, "You think about killing him?"

"Every day when I do my morning prayers,"

"Good, next time don't hesitate to shoot him in front of the Crossos. Don't think about Hyo or the twins, I'm giving you full permission to blood dat throne to take out a few. You hear me?" (Koreans)

"Ay, Eüya." Lady Lelï carried Isamiona by her cheeks to face the mirror, forcing her granddaughter to look at the mirror. "Vhat are you?"

"I'm Perfect," she mumbled as Lady Lelï squeezed Isamiona's throat until she flinched to breathe, watching her try to compose herself. "Louder!" she roared as Isamiona flinched, Lady Lelï released slightly for the girl to speak. "I-I. . .I'm Perfect!"

"Perfect. I trained you so well, see the fire in your eyes?" she said setting the young girl down, Isamiona ignored the pain standing firmly with her hands behind her back. Looking at her reflection, hating how she looked like the Lady Lelï, the undefeated Lioness of Zetharaoh. "Coming to his fifty-nth?" she asked changing the subject. "The fuck not, you know I got no time for childish shit. It's my Thirty—nth Wedding Anniversary on the eleventh,"

A lie. She got married on the thirty-nth of June. Isamiona nodded, "Take vhem to Lilitayana, Iseul has no power dere." Lady Lelï said walking to the railing, leaping off walking towards the manor without saying goodbye. That's Lady Lelï, comes with chaos and leaves with a storm. Isamiona hissed watching her Eüya disappeared into the manor, holding the railing tightly as it bent under her strength as she exhaled deeply.

"Do really we have to go?" Elijah whined watching Isamiona pack her bag, "Nes tra teta sas babine!" (Stop being so childish!) Isamiona whisked her wrist at him. Elijah sulked childishly trying to annoy his little sister, "Iv you want to trow an tantrum, den outside you go." she snapped as Elijah smirked pulling her cheek as she slapped his hand away, rubbing the small blue mark on her cheek. "Your accent is showing, when last did I hear it?"

"We only be gone for a week," zipping up her bag, Elijah looked at her worriedly. "You only packed your five pajama sets and four towels. Where is the rest?"

"This is all I came with, the rest is by my father's house." nodding as he walked to the door, still sulking. Rolling her eyes at him being very dramatic. Frowning at why he's being like this but pulled a serious face. "You're coming in my private plane, sleep in Lilitayana palace"