"sorry, i fucked your wife." blitza croaked, flashing a razor-toothed grin at prince stellan before getting out of that courtyard before he noticed the priceless artifact of his tucked under her arm and murdered her for stealing it (and for fucking...
Stellan and Octavia got out of the carriage with a bunch of shopping bags in their hands from their shopping trip. Stellan immediately called over a servant to take his bags inside for him, but Octavia carried and put away her bags by herself. There's no need to ask the servants to do everything for you.
As they entered the palace, they found the TV playing a telenovela but Starla was nowhere to be found.
"Where is your mother? She didn't go out tonight, did she?" Stellan asked irritably.
They went into the other rooms in search of Starla. She was nowhere. But soon they found an epic mess of dresses and beauty products carelessly scattered everywhere.
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"Oh, Satan." Stellan said, his face shocked and angry as he looked at the mess. "Did your mother do this? What in Hell was she thinking? And where in Hell is she?!"
"She might be in her greenhouse. That's where she likes to go sometimes, right?" Octavia suggests.
They go to Starla's greenhouse, but they find it as an equally epic mess. There are no beauty products strewn around here, but there are bottles of booze everywhere, some of them tipped over or broken so the liquid is spilled on the floor, and some of the plants even have their pots cracked.
Octavia bites her lip as she looks up at her father. Stellan's jaw is grinding tight. He snaps his fingers and summons a group of servants to clean the mess in the greenhouse. Then he turns to Octavia, his facial expression a bit more measured but still angry deep down.
"Go ahead and turn in for tonight, Octavia." He says.
"What? But I—"
"We've been shopping all day long. You must be tired, honey. I know I am. Just go rest, and I'll have a quick chat with your mother before I turn in too." He gave Octavia's shoulder a stiff pat, then left.
They both got out of the greenhouse. Octavia started to walk down the hall to her bedroom, but something was screaming at her to follow her father. She wouldn't be surprised if her parents just started arguing again, but she just... This time felt different.
