"With every glance she steals, my heart tightens, bound by the thrill of belonging to her, where power and love intertwine forever."
• Medea Solon x Roxana Agriche
➳ 𝐈𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐧 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐠𝐨 𝐚𝐭 𝐚 𝐥𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐭, 𝐰𝐡�...
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"You know, every time I allow you to do something to me, I feel like a powerless pawn."
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The following day, as Roxana made her way to Medea's cell, the skies suddenly opened, releasing a torrential downpour.
Rain droplets trickled down her clothes and through her hair, dampening her appearance. She glanced down at herself in mild exasperation, her thoughts clouded with displeasure.
'I can't believe I'm going to see Medea like this. I don't usually visit her at this hour, either.'
She continued along the open corridor, her steps filled with quiet contemplation. 'I've been so distracted since learning about Dion. I wonder how she's doing...'
'I know so little about her, especially since she hasn't appeared in the novel. I must tread carefully with every decision I make,' she mused, her pace slowing as hesitation crept in. 'Perhaps I should simply return to my room-'
Her steps faltered, and her expression darkened when she sensed an unsettling presence behind her.
A man with jet-black hair and piercing crimson eyes reached out and touched her wrist, catching her off-guard.
"Why are you injured? Was it the poisonous butterflies?" His voice, devoid of emotion, blended with the relentless rain and the occasional flash of thunder illuminating the storm.
'Dion...!' She whirled around to fully face him, her surprise evident. "When did you return? Weren't you away on a mission?"
"Just now." His gaze dropped to her bandaged wrist, and with a sudden, firm grip, he held it tightly. "I thought the last egg hadn't hatched yet."
Fury flashed in her eyes, and she yanked her hand free from his hold, her voice sharp and threatening. "Let go of me."
"I heard Medea Solon has become your new toy."
"News certainly travels quickly. You've never shown an interest in household matters before."
"It only piqued my interest because it involves you."
The absurdity of his response made her scoff, a disbelieving smile curling on her lips as she turned and walked away from him. "What? That's ridiculous."
Roxana departed without a backward glance, entering Medea's cell and closing the door quietly behind her as she sank deeper into her thoughts.
Blood trailed delicately from her wrist, mingling with the rain still dripping from her damp hair.
'Dion... I could never understand him. He's always so cold, so devoid of emotion. Is he lingering outside this door even now?' She bit her lower lip, frustration gnawing at her. 'Should I simply leave? I planned to return to my room anyway...'
