The Stage is Set

Ella shook her head slowly, Malachai wouldn't have let him hurt me. She finally admitted, drawing over of her legs underneath herself on the couch. You say Papa's never liked you. But he let me marry you. She hugged her leg to herself, staring at the floor. Malachai had offered her an out; but she'd promised she wanted it. She inhaled quietly, pieces slowly finding a place, in her mind's eye.

The papers were placed on a nearby table, and Novella stared. You can't have Annie. She doubted her brother would give the child over, anyway. I won't have you declaring her a bastard, either. She's legitimate. Her parentage isn't in question.

@Kaczor Tilani