Kaczor sank into one of the chairs by the front picture window, mind blank, and eyes so glossy that it could be argued that she wasn't even aware of what was happening around her. Dissociate, might be a good way to put it, tired was another. She hadn't bothered with any cosmetics, and the wear of the past three months showed on her face, and her now clean hair. Signs of age had creeped into her face, and her hair had started to go white in large patches, the dirt had hid that until she had been washed.
Three months ago, Kaczor had held her wife's lifeless body in her arms, trying to bring her back to life. Had been removed from her wife, her brother in law had taken her child, and even before that, her own wife had sent her to prison, removing her from her social circles and her family. By all means, Kaczor should be furious. Novella had taken everything from her, had isolated her from everything she had known and been. Should be. Instead, she was just tired, tired and broken inside once again. And she knew what was about to happen, unfortunately. The non-disclosure agreement, the abandoning of the claim on the name, making Annie an unclaimed bastard and put up for adoption, everything her family would want to free her up to marry someone else and establish a new heir. Then there would be the divestiture of money, trusts for Annie and Ella both to be paid out in tidy monthly sums, the splitting of jointly held properties, and then the release of their owned slaves would be the last paper to sign.
She didn't even flinch when Ella slammed her book closed, didn't show signs of even being aware when the lawyer stepped into the room to give the "Tilani Special", after all, her family hadn't ever been too "clean" when it came to messy breakups, her aunt and mother both set those examples. She didn't drink from the glass either, she just rolled the liquid around in the cup.
Lord and Lady Tilani, well.. I. Lady Valentius, I'll assume now.. I've brought the appropriate papers. Kaczor's lawyer was an elderly gentleman, almost grandfatherly as he came into the room, his robes immaculate, even if they were a little dated.
It was the first sign Kaczor made of even being alive the past twenty minutes.
@Novella Tilani
Three months ago, Kaczor had held her wife's lifeless body in her arms, trying to bring her back to life. Had been removed from her wife, her brother in law had taken her child, and even before that, her own wife had sent her to prison, removing her from her social circles and her family. By all means, Kaczor should be furious. Novella had taken everything from her, had isolated her from everything she had known and been. Should be. Instead, she was just tired, tired and broken inside once again. And she knew what was about to happen, unfortunately. The non-disclosure agreement, the abandoning of the claim on the name, making Annie an unclaimed bastard and put up for adoption, everything her family would want to free her up to marry someone else and establish a new heir. Then there would be the divestiture of money, trusts for Annie and Ella both to be paid out in tidy monthly sums, the splitting of jointly held properties, and then the release of their owned slaves would be the last paper to sign.
She didn't even flinch when Ella slammed her book closed, didn't show signs of even being aware when the lawyer stepped into the room to give the "Tilani Special", after all, her family hadn't ever been too "clean" when it came to messy breakups, her aunt and mother both set those examples. She didn't drink from the glass either, she just rolled the liquid around in the cup.
Lord and Lady Tilani, well.. I. Lady Valentius, I'll assume now.. I've brought the appropriate papers. Kaczor's lawyer was an elderly gentleman, almost grandfatherly as he came into the room, his robes immaculate, even if they were a little dated.
Wait in the hall, I need a word with Lady Valentius before we start.
It was the first sign Kaczor made of even being alive the past twenty minutes.
@Novella Tilani
10-31-2024, 10:58 AM
