𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒

Regina

After Vesper left from the dining table, she walked around the large garden and thought of ways to give a heavy comeback to Sirius. But then, assuming that Allegra and Circe wouldn't have stood much more in the table, she entered inside and didn't find anyone inside the dining chamber. She asked the servants of where he went and they happened to not know.

Then, she went to her sisters who were in the salon, looking at their futuristic devices like phones.

"You fools! You have no idea how screwed we are!" Vesper angrily shouted at them and they just noticed her presence.

"What the fuck is your problem?" Allegra snapped back, frustrated.

"It's not only my problem, it's ours all. Didn't you see what he did? He brought that wretch to eat on his table!" Vesper shouted, her unleashed anger still palpable since she left that table.

Allegra rolled her eyes, "If you're so angry about it then why are you venting it on us? Besides, didn't you see how ugly she was? What about her clothes and face? Just like a slave."

Vesper cursed under her breath, running a hand through her hair in frustration, "And since when do slaves stay in fancy chambers and take part in dinners?"

"Maybe she's an exception," Circe said, not looking up from her console.

"Exception my ass," Vesper sneered, glaring at Circe, "He owns an explanation for that."

"Fine Ves, go and get that explanation from him," Allegra retorted with a snicker. "If only he gives it to you."

"Yes, that's exactly what I'm going to do!" Vesper snapped angrily and slammed the door shut, the impact even the walls would have trembled.

The angered witch went to Sirius's chilling chambers but he wasn't there. She searched all around the enormous castle but didn't find him. Then an idea crossed her mind; to search the undergrounds. She followed a secret passage that led her to the dungeons. The dirty floor, accompanied with the smell of sulphur and metal, and the rats moving like it was their home, made her sick to the stomach.

She walked quietly, her anger growing even more at the fact that Regan wasn't kept here, she was an exception. A voice told Vesper to go to the girl's chamber and knock her out with her dark magic. But still, Sirius was the one who should give explanations first.

As Vesper walked through the dark basement, she saw a flash of shadows on the wall. A painful groan was heard from the other side of the hall and after that, an enraged familiar voice.

"Torture that bastard until he speaks!" Sirius's command reverberated through the dimly lit corridor, colder and more unforgivable than the very dungeon walls.

The general nodded in understanding, "Yes, my lord. We shall extract every bit of information from him. I don't think he'll resist after what you did to him."

Vesper listened until their conversation grew quieter and she barged in, "We have to talk," she said, her eyes flickering between them both.

Sirius shot her an irritated glance. "Not now, Vesper. I'm handling important matters."

Vesper persisted, intentionally getting on his nerves, "My matter is more important!"

Vlad attempted to intervene diplomatically. "My lord, we must discuss Vesper's concerns at a more suitable time. Our focus should be on the captured infiltrator."

"Vlad is right, Vesper. I don't have time for your melodrama now. We'll talk later," Sirius said, the annoyance overly evident in his voice.

Vesper, undeterred, crossed her arms defiantly. "No, Sirius. We talk now. You're going to tell me why did you do that."