Figlia d' 'a Tempesta
It was a long time coming, really - and it wasn't the sort of thing that aristocratic families on Ukatis did. Matches were strictly made through parents, to the scion of another noble family, and courting was strictly observed. A young couple was never to be truly alone until their wedding night.
Even without their father's iron grasp around them like a noose, Fatine seemed insistent on pushing boundaries.
That told Cora two things; one, that her sister’s mannerisms, though initially borne through rebellion, were becoming something of a genuine pattern.
Two, Fatine must have really liked this boy. Never had she dared to bring a dalliance this far into the Ukatian countryside.
Cora hadn't been present for dinner, but house staff had kept her well apprised. The boy was polite, but quiet. He answered questions simply, and moved without fanfare.
The complete opposite of Fatine.
Right now, he was asleep in a guest room on the opposite wing of the family's chambers.
In the small hours of the morning, Cora sat at the head of a large dining table. She was alone, save for a pot of tea and a pair of cups.
One was poured - settled in front of her - and the other was not.
She'd awoken to feed Luciana, and remained awake long after the babe had gone back down.
Something told her that she wasn't the only one.
Acier Moonbound
