Why the hell did he have to get dragged into this? Grant scoffed, though he and Lorenzo both seemed to react the same way as Cassandra would finish her rant. Reia leaned back in her seat, a chuckle escaping her. Her blue eyes were narrowed rather dangerously, a shine that sparkled like a spider catching its prey in its web. Grant nervously let Savayna drag him away, knowing all too well what that look meant. Lorenzo almost protested Savayna's grip, if only in some feeble attempt to try to salvage whatever little respect the two countries had. But it was too late, oh, Reia was glad to know she didn't need to have her kiddie gloves on.

She rested her chin on the palm of her hand, eyeing Cassandra for a moment. "[color=turquoise]I have to say I'm disappointed. The grandma card? Really? As if I don't get enough of that elsewhere. But you went the safe way--until you decided to drag my family name into it. But I'll admit, I won't do the same out of respect for the rest of your family, as your father did great things while he was alive and your brother will take Dalmasca to prosperity, I'm sure. I'm going to focus on the little girl in front of me and the future I see, the little girl so desperate for attention that she would do whatever it takes to get some and keep it. 'Oh boohoo'! You're thinking, you can do whatever you want. You're young, you're beautiful! And then what? You'll marry some aristocrat at the suggestion of your council, a man who will have zero interest in you. 

'So what'? It'll be fine for a few years, at least until you're ready to give him heirs. And you'll try, oh you will, but as the days pass you'll realize that you can't give him what he wants. At this point you're clearly the only one invested in the relationship, as you'll find the day you walk into your home to find him with another woman. Now let's see, you'll still have that craving for attention, so you'll tell everyone that [i]you[/i] left him. But you know the truth. One after another, a string of failed marriages, and soon people start to see that clearly the common denominator is you. You'll fall from disgrace, a drunkard if you're lucky, though if the gods will it you'll get hooked on some very powerful drug, as the younger nobility tends to do. Your beautiful sister-in-law will try to reach out to you, only for you to steal her jewels to get yourself enough money for the next hit.

Unfortunately, you'll get caught. Your sentence is spared only due to your brother's kindness, though even he will turn his back on you. Everyone you know and love will look down upon you with pity. And one day, you'll look into the mirror and realize your mistakes. You'll see that faded beauty you desperately try to cling to, you'll assure yourself that you need no one else...but there's still that craving for attention. In the end, you'll be alone with a bottle, hanging from the ceiling. Or perhaps you'll overdose. Either way, you die alone, unwanted, unneeded.[/color]" Reia faked a sad face to Cassandra. 

Meanwhile, Lorenzo let himself get wordlessly dragged away. He wondered where they were going, but wasn't sure if he should ask.  Wesley and Nadeline had driven him into an unappreciated trap, but he couldn't quite hold that annoyance against them. He only prayed that Cassandra wouldn't go declaring war or some other ridiculous form of petty revenge. Grant hadn't said a word--maybe he still wasn't feeling well. He did catch his brother's eye, giving him an apologetic smile. Looking at Savayna, Lorenzo decided he might as well ask. "[color=darkorange]Where we headed?[/color]" He asked. "[color=darkorange]Somewhere I can get a drink, hopefully?[/color]"

[hr]

The pair sat in a comfortable silence, simply enjoying one another's company. Nadeline's wandering eyes were enjoying the view, occasionally stopping to glance at Wesley. He seemed much more at peace now; she was happy she could give him this much solace. He held her hand in his, and as much as she wanted to stay that way, she knew it wouldn't last. Eventually, they would probably have to return to quell the storm that was Cassandra, although she was sure things would turn out fine.

Letting out a sigh, she would slightly turn to Wesley, a smile on her face. "[color=coral]I suppose I haven't entirely been too truthful myself, if I am truly to bear your child,[/color]" She admitted, though she would quickly move on, lest he get the wrong idea. "[color=coral]For now--until I know for sure--I'll continue on with everyone. It will be some time until I'll know, but if the case should prove true, then I'll listen to you and Father, and stay.[/color]" The reluctance in her voice was clear.

[hr]

Taking his hand in hers, Emiri wasn’t quite able to hide her anxiety. Shaking her head, she would instead throw herself onto him, hugging him tightly. The truth was that the trip was only half her worries--she wasn’t sure how or why she had suddenly changed so much in the matter of maybe a few hours. Everything was making her more worried than usual, but at the very least, they can set aside one problem. [i][color=pink]And if he really is there, then…[/color][/i]

“[color=pink]I think I’d sleep better if you were with me,[/color]” Emiri admitted, looking up at him. She didn’t have to crane her neck anymore, which was nice. “[color=pink]Let’s go to another room.[/color]”