After getting the halfling girl cleaned up, Mae watched Bella tiredly climb over the walls and back into her cage. She stood in the shadows across the street for a while before turning and heading down the street and back towards the bridge. On the way back, she stopped on Ten Tower bridge and looked out over the rolling dark river below.
’Bella is trapped. I’m sure her mother is letting the marriage go forward so that she can benefit.’ She thought to herself.
‘Family Rosebriar lost the Ducal seat years ago when Reinhardt grew in power because of eletech. That’s what Sareena said.’
‘So, there’s turmoil in the great house, but it seems family Rosebriar is still looking for allies to retake the seat. An ally…or… tool from another noble house would be useful since they aren’t linked to the factions in the house. That explains why the Countess would allow the marriage to Dyrr.’
‘To make that work, she needs to make sure the marriage isn’t freedom for Bella… but that Bella is a baited hook for Schatzi Dyrr.’
‘That is a very good plan. I wonder if this Blackstone key she has Dyrr looking for is part of that or just a test…’
She walked the rest of the way across and turned down the Water Walk. Again, after another mile or so, she stopped her tired legs to lean on the railing.
‘There’s a lot at stake. But a clean break would crush the countess’ plans. In fact, the more she invests in this, the worse it would be in the end for them. It could ruin the Rosebriar family’s power irreversibly if the Reinhardt’s capitalized on it to crush the resistance to their hegemony. They’d also be happy to let a Rosebriar and someone from Tressard do all the work of ruining them…’
Maelie grinned and looked out across the water, nodding to herself for putting it together. But then something caught her eye from the water. The barest hint of her reflection. She choked a bit, gripping the railings as a panic seized her…
‘That’s her smile.’ She’d gotten over family resemblance a long time ago. But… she’d never associated her expressions with her mother before.
‘This is all how she’d think. What she’d have done.’ Shaking her head, she backed away from the water, the colour draining from her face and a tightness gripping her chest.
“No no no, I’m not like her.” She said aloud in elven. “I’m not…”
When did it start happening that she started thinking like her mother?
Maelie leaned against a lamppost, afraid of her own reflection now. The dark waters had robbed all the colour differences she used to change her appearance and had made her see just how alike she is to her family.
‘This isn’t fair. Why are you still here with me?’
The panic continued to rise until Maelie did what she’d been doing for almost two decades. She ran.