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Her cheek stung yet she did not wince.
Her dad was crazy, inviting over the Reaper for a visit.  Had he not read the books? Did he not know what the Reaper did?  A hand tucked a strand of hair behind her ear as she stared her father down.  Years and years of his ignorance of her had turned her angry.  He had always preferred Evelyn, after all, she was prettier, sweeter and much more obeying.  But he hadn't left Evelyn like he had her.  He hadn't ignored her when they passed in the halls or laughed at her "silly" showing of humbleness or compassion towards the handmaidens and stablehands.  He had loved Evelyn and left Isabella to rot.  He was worthy of anger

"Do you think time in the dungeon will really do anything, Father?" Isabella laughed coldly, the Earth Sword seeming to flawlessly slip in and around her fingers as she twirled it.  She dared a step closer to the throne and directed her glance at her stepsister, visibly faltering as she did so.  There definitely was something wrong.  Ignoring the menacing glares and looks she walked over and crouched down.
"You okay, Ev?" Her sword clattered against the ground, the hair undone from the knot she had put it into spiraling down in front of her eyes.  
Her stepsister was a patient creature, one who many people had a deep respect for.  And seeing her here, crumpled and ghost pale unsettled Isabella.