Eden didn’t acknowledge the little fit Elliot threw over the desk. She would get it re-finished again, if necessary, but the goal was to avoid it being necessary again for some time. Her eyebrows lifted in concert with his as she watched him take care to use a coaster. The ‘yes’ to his unspoken question. Or perhaps more of a ‘good boy’ kind of look. Perhaps she would have patted his head if she were within arms reach. She almost smirked at the thought of patting Elliot on the head like a pet. He wouldn’t like that at all. Not at all.
She scoffed delicately in the back of her throat at his pronouncement of patience. ‘Yeah right,’ she seemed to say.
“Ethan Alexander Hart?” Her voice rose in pitch evident of her shock. She had been preparing herself for that truth, but it seemed more unbelievable when he said it. “The Ethan Alexander Hart born to the 51st Verdescent Queen, Her Majesty Julianna Hart of House Darkwillow and her husband the Covenant of Allied Forces Lieutenant General Owen Hart? The Ethan Hart that didn’t survive past childbirth? Who was just buried? That Ethan Hart?” She used all of the titles of Elliot knowing he so hated them. She did it to remind him the presence of this particular child in their possession spelled the highest of treasons imaginable certainly punishable by death.
This was as close to panicked as Eden would get with Elliot. Just a series of more urgent questions spoken rapidly as she accepted the reality that he had resurrected a baby. The Queen’s baby. Of all babies.
Eden wasn’t sure whether she feared the legal consequences of being an accomplice to...whatever crimes Elliot had committed...kidnapping being one of them, or if she feared what Elliot would do to her if she betrayed him.
“You’ve made such a mess!” She lambasted him again. Her features turning angry this time, brows furrowing together over eyes that seemed darker under the shadow caused by her scowl. She held up the child as if to give it back to him. To reject her task.
“I can’t raise a silent baby. Fix him!” She was so emboldened by her anger with him that she felt she could make demands of him. That she, the housekeeper, could make demands of the Lord of the House. That she could make demands and neglect to address him properly.
The child squirmed helplessly, mouth working to produce sounds that magic wouldn't allow.
She scoffed delicately in the back of her throat at his pronouncement of patience. ‘Yeah right,’ she seemed to say.
“Ethan Alexander Hart?” Her voice rose in pitch evident of her shock. She had been preparing herself for that truth, but it seemed more unbelievable when he said it. “The Ethan Alexander Hart born to the 51st Verdescent Queen, Her Majesty Julianna Hart of House Darkwillow and her husband the Covenant of Allied Forces Lieutenant General Owen Hart? The Ethan Hart that didn’t survive past childbirth? Who was just buried? That Ethan Hart?” She used all of the titles of Elliot knowing he so hated them. She did it to remind him the presence of this particular child in their possession spelled the highest of treasons imaginable certainly punishable by death.
This was as close to panicked as Eden would get with Elliot. Just a series of more urgent questions spoken rapidly as she accepted the reality that he had resurrected a baby. The Queen’s baby. Of all babies.
Eden wasn’t sure whether she feared the legal consequences of being an accomplice to...whatever crimes Elliot had committed...kidnapping being one of them, or if she feared what Elliot would do to her if she betrayed him.
“You’ve made such a mess!” She lambasted him again. Her features turning angry this time, brows furrowing together over eyes that seemed darker under the shadow caused by her scowl. She held up the child as if to give it back to him. To reject her task.
“I can’t raise a silent baby. Fix him!” She was so emboldened by her anger with him that she felt she could make demands of him. That she, the housekeeper, could make demands of the Lord of the House. That she could make demands and neglect to address him properly.
The child squirmed helplessly, mouth working to produce sounds that magic wouldn't allow.
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