As Alex left the library, she wondered if she was being overly sensitive or if the librarian had looked at her a bit differently today.
'Whatever'
Following her routine, she went outside, usually to scour the ground for insects and test the poison's potency— the poison being her blood.
Today, however, marked the next stage of her plan: attaching herself to the Duke.
Truthfully, she had expected him to seek her out by now, whether to initiate her into some unsavoury activities like his other children or mould her into a loyal follower. But he hadn't.
He was watching her though—or at least she believed it was him—as intently as ever.
Since he hadn't made a move, Alex sat in a meditative posture on the ground by the wellhead, the spot she had frequented most these past two weeks.
She closed her eyes, recalling how the world appeared through her Spirit Eye, the vividness of the mana particles contrasting sharply with the dull backdrop of ordinary sight.
