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[abotticellilady]

Bianca managed to walk to the House of Arch, managed to walk through the painting, for two reasons; she had her pride, and she never let go of Arithon's arm. Inside the House, though, it was different - it was safe, and she knew it. It was safe, so she stumbled and fell to her knees

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[prince_arithon]

He fell with her, arms going around and some soothing yet wordless song being murmured to her. Eventually, of course, words develop and they echo the spaces in his mind,

"He will not touch you, Bianca. He will not."

I will kill him if he tries. Sanluin will kill him if he tries. Asandir will kill him if he tries.

"You are safe, my love, safe."

[abotticellilady]

Bianca clings to him, her normal calm shattered in a thousand pieces.

"I hate him, I hate him, I hate him so much...Oh, Dio, Arithon...why is he here?"

Possibly, she is hearing what her husband is saying. Possibly not.

[prince_arithon]

"I do not know, I do not know my love, my heart."

His voice is soft, smooth, and as beautiful as ever. He pulls her closer, ignoring the fact that they are in the entry of the House, and presses soft kisses to her hair.

[abotticellilady]

Her body is shaking, her eyes closed as she just lets him support her.

Feeling useless, and scared.

"I ripped out his throat...I shoot him, beat him, and ripped out his throat, and I should...have...why didn't I kill him?"