Chapter 5: Chapter 5 - No Platter

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic

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"The fourth house..."

It was an old lady in a luxurious green dress who said these words. Her long hair, coloured in black dye, was less dark than the voice she spoke in. Those brown eyes she had, the mirrors of her soul, did not let a single tear come out of them. However, not a sign of anything good could be seen in them, only the shadows of a starless night. Her eyelashes stood out like thorns on a rose, and not because they were naturally long. They were covered in obsidian mascara. She seemed to have quite the weight on her shoulders, as was visible from her face, which had the emotion of a stone with several cracks; existent, yet tiny. 

On the other side of the kitchen, Vaughan and Ariana were standing in silence. They were right in front of the open door, unnoticed for the reasons they did not know. Without anyone's permission to fully enter the room, they could only gaze at the old lady and Adelaide with sheer surprise, especially due to the baron of the King house not showing up since the dinner. Even the conversation appeared to be locked away from them. They were there and could easily hear everything that was being said, but no one uttered a word for a while. 

Suddenly, Adelaide opened her mouth. "What are your intentions, Madam Stewart?"

"I must remind you that their disappearance is going to be quite a problem for all of us. We need to handle that topic in just the right way."

"And you don't suppose to consider that the situation might be brighter than you think?"

"How so?"

"Everyone knows that they're probably dead! Sure, there will be an investigation, but what are we required to do about this?"

"It's not that big of a deal, but-"

"That's what I was saying. It doesn't matter."

"Excuse me, Madam Winchester, but weren't you the one who was worried thanks to the whole ordeal with Vaughan?"

An eerily quiet flame of ire was ignited in Adelaide's eyes. Madam Stewart couldn't deny the existence of the fear that she felt in her heart. In those few quick seconds, Vaughan remembered the sound of the crickets. It fit well in any recent situation. They were all different, but the same at their core - mysterious and ominous. No one seemed to know what to do, not even the barons, no matter how much Adelaide refused to admit it. If they did, it wouldn't have been this way. And, it was just the beginning.

The drops of rain could be heard from the outside as they danced on the glass of the windows, painting their masterpiece. What some would consider grace and elegance, everyone in the room regarded as stupid and meaningless noise that they couldn't get out of their heads even if they wanted to. Just drop, drop, drop and nothing else for hours on end. And dirty windows, too. 

Following the doing of Madam Stewart, they looked at the sight. She was visibly worried, especially after she left out a long and heavy sigh, but no one knew why. Life appeared to be in slow motion. Everyone could sense the seconds that passed on their unmoving lips. No one moved, not even Madam Stewart. Nothing could be heard but the ticking of the nearby clock. That's why Adelaide decided to end it all.

"Amelia, would you be kind enough to explain what is it that you're doing right now?"

That question made the old lady snap out of her trance instantly.

"Oh, that... I'm thinking about the fair. If it rains like this tomorrow, we won't be able to attend the fair."

"You're always troubled by something. So what if we can't do it? It's not the end of the world."

"But I promised my granddaughter I would-"

In the middle of the sentence, Adelaide shushed her.

"I desire no platter here. This nonsensical and unneeded conversation is now over."

No one was willing to fight her on that. Her eyes were bereft of emotion, but there was something about them that put fear into people's hearts, no matter the circumstances. Even if they did, she had already left, and the process would be unbearably long. What could they accomplish that way anyway? It was easy to understand that she would never let anyone or anything get in the way of her wishes. Even the walls knew that with their souls. Not having a single thing to do there, everyone went out of the kitchen.


Submitted: January 30, 2021

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