So Many Bees

It was cute, how the other woman spoke. That one was only a weapon if one agreed to be a weapon. But what if one was born into nothing, and crafted into a weapon? Knowing no kind touch, no familial ties, until much later in their life after they'd proven themselves to be a fit military dog of war. And their entire existence hinged on being that dog of war, to keep the place, to find that familiarity that they'd always wanted?

But she doesn't ask, because she's being ushered away. A lesson, more medication, and a man to vex—

...

A few days later, Novella's shackles were off and she was roaming her room; a nurse seated in a corner, always watching, forever watching. She was never to be un-watched. She'd caused a minor explosion earlier that morning, and had been shifted to another room until hers could be repaired. Nothing too bad; she'd been practicing and gotten... overzealous, let us say. The Eye that had experienced loss of life had earned her temper and before she could register what was happening, he simply wasn't before her in one piece.

After she'd settled into the new room, and taken yet another dose of medication, she'd asked to see Ophelia. And henceforth came her new friend; a book on plants offered upon her entry, which made Ella grin. You could write in the books, you know. I doubt he'd mind. Her father indulged her fancies, and why should he not do the same to her new... friend?

But yes. My wife, she writes... often. Multiple times a day, sometimes. Quite bothersome. Father does not let her visit, anymore. That had been the week before she'd met Ophelia; the worst week, the last time she'd heard Kaczor at the front doors, pleading and begging.

Weak. She's weak. I can find a better mate. For her credit, Ella ignored the demon better. She was learning, even if it was slow going. I would like to pretend that everything is okay. Will you make it extra... cheerful?