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FIFTEEN | Stand.

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FIFTEEN | Stand.

"Good lord, Maeve come sit down and eat," Rosaline called from the table.

I nodded, and walked towards the beautiful, oak wooden table. The four legs were stripped and varnished with a sparkling gloss. All four lets were in the shape of four, wooden wolves. The chairs were in the shape of curved snakes, the seats their mouths hanging open.

"Uh, those are interesting," I muttered, awkwardly sitting down.

She sighed, taking a sip of what I did not think was orange juice in a flute glass, "My husband built this place. Hand carved it all for us who weren't welcome anywhere else. He had been our leader and that scared those copper eyes. So they tracked him down and murdered him."

That was terrible. I chewed on my lip, "I'm so sorry Rosaline."

She waved me off, "The world moves on whether we want it to or not."

I nodded, picking an apple up and taking a bite. It tasted plain from the information I was told so I set it down carefully. I looked over at Balfer who lay at my feet then back to Rosaline. I now noticed the dark bags under her eyes covered by layer of make-up. I couldn't imagine the pain she would have gone through losing someone she loved.

"Did you take over for him?" I asked then instantly felt guilty.

Her eyes watched me carefully, then she set her glass down. Her mood seemed to darken even more, and I wondered if, maybe, I shouldn't have spoken at all. Her attention turned towards the wall – where she seemed to zone out. At my feet Balfer yipped loudly, jolting her attention back to me.

"No. I didn't because it's not my place. I was no Bishop, and I'm no leader," she sighed quietly.

My eyes widened with confusion, "Bishop? W-what do you mean?"

She jolted again, as if realizing she had given something away. Her eyes locked on me as she drank back the rest of her drink and slammed it down with enough force to crack the bottom. I flinched away, Balfer growling softly at the sudden, sharp noise.

"I shouldn't have said that," she cursed, "but I guess there was no going back. Surprise! Maeve I'm your aunt and you're next in line to lead us."

I blinked, before laughter bubbled up in my throat. The joke was morbid, but absurd enough that made it funny. She was my aunt – no, my dad didn't have any siblings. This thought only made me laugh harder.

"I call bullpoop!" I laughed.

But her eyes weren't holding any traces of jokes. My laugh seemed to cut off and I felt wobbly. My face suddenly felt cold with lack of blood and I could feel tears brim in my eyes. This couldn't possibly be true.

"P-please," I whispered, "Explain."

Rosaline sighed, running a perfectly manicured hand through those curled, red locks. She seemed like she was thinking carefully on what to say and I didn't mind waiting. It seemed like something someone would need time to explain.

"Can I start from the beginning?" she asked almost hesitantly.

I didn't see a strong, rich woman in front of me anymore but I nervous, anxious woman and I almost laughed. My head nodded frantically, and I urged her to talk. She smiled slightly, looking up at the ceiling. She let out a long, breathy sigh.