Confrontation

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Mirith had taken an hour to regain her composure before seeking out her sister, careful to avoid Darian so he would not be able to tell what she was up to. Upon finding Zara in her office, the priestess shut the door and placed a seal on it so no one could overhear.
“Something the matter, big sister?” Zara gave an innocent look, putting her writing away.
Mirith stormed up to her desk, slamming her hands down on the wood, “How could you! I told you not to harm Maron! Why would you do that?! Do you realize the ramifications of your actions?!”
“Oh. Is that who left the estate?” A dark gaze overtook Zara, “Had I known, I would’ve had him shot.”
Mirith’s eyes flared brightly as she lurched forward to grab her sister by her shirt, “Touch him again, and I will remind you why I was the one sent to war, Sister.”
“Calm yourself, I’ve had some tea made. I knew you would find out and we would need to have this chat.” Zara pat her sister’s hand.
Slowly Mirith released her younger sibling, glancing at the pot and filled cups. “Why? You know how I feel, so why would you hurt him?”
“Same reason you tried to fight Kartheol. He hurt you, so I hurt him back.” Zara picked one of the cups to take a sip from.
Mirith’s shoulders sank but she took the cup, “You can’t just do that. He had a right to break off the engagement..”
“A right? He played with you. Toyed with your feelings, then tossed you aside. He has a right to torture.” Zara snarled softly.
“That’s not your choice to make! I am the head of this family and I will-” Mirith began.
“You’re job as head is to ensure our safety. You can’t do that while crying.” Zara retorted before sighing, “Drink your tea.. It will soothe the nerves and we’ll come to an agreement.”
Mirith conceded, taking a drink of tea. After swallowing her eyes went wide with horror as she dropped the cup and began coughing harshly.
Her hands went to her throat as she coughed out, “What-.. What did.. What did you do, sister?!”
“A simple potion.. I’ll quell that flame he has stoked and bring you back to your happiness.” She held an enchanted vial up.
Smoke began bubbling and escaping Mirith’s mouth, the glow in her eyes dimming. The smoke fled into the vial before Zara corked it. Every feeling for Maron, every memory of him, corked into a bottle. Mirith collapsed on the floor, falling unconscious.
Zara walked over to brush some hair from the fallen elf’s face, “Don’t worry sister.. I will make sure he’s amply punished for you.”
Shattering the spell on the door, Zara hid the bottle before opening the door and shouting, “Darian! Guards! Someone help! Mirith has fallen!!”