In Lieu of Formalities

”I am rarely satisfied.” Zariah said with a hint of a smirk but it faded quickly as he spoke on the matter at hand, expression falling entirely to a perfect porcelain mask. ”Jace is not my first child, Beatrix is.” she said quietly, looking down at her hands. She had indeed thought long on the options, and she knew that in taking on the debt she would lose her first child – his half-sister. She might not be her biological mother, no, but Beatrix was as much in danger as Jace, depending on how the Eirachi defined first born. Whether it was a price she was willing to pay, Zariah did not say. ”And I am certain you negotiated the best deal possible, and yes you seem content. But a chain is a chain, and it is my duty to see you freed, is it not?” she said, looking back up at him, a hint of her fire glinting in her hazel gaze. ”I am indeed thinking clearly, and it is for the reasons you’ve stated that option two seems the more reasonable…though it might be a suicide mission.” zariah If it is danger you seek, come on over. I covet tranquility but beget the tempest storm.