Arabella sighed softly, resting her cheek against her palm as though the weight of everyone's foolishness pressed down upon her shoulders. Her tone was calm, unnervingly so, as she finally spoke. "These days, Northam has paid far too much unnecessary attention to my maid. It makes me quite unhappy, so I decided to give him a warning." Her gaze flicked toward the unconscious man sprawled across the floor before returning to Esme, whose face had gone pale. "That was the first and only letter I have ever sent to him. So I don't quite know what you are implying."
Her polite voice was firm, Esme who was sure everything was a trap couldn't utter a single word in defense as the more she has to explain, the more she has to uncover the fact that she had been the one who had set up a trap for Northam to lay his hand over Arabella.
If Morpheus knew of that, he would be unhappy- not only unhappy, but it's possible that he would even kill her.
That can't happen!
