This week we shall spend a few minutes with your villain. If anyone wants to participate I’ll link to you. Though besides my sister, it hasn’t happened yet.
Spend a Few Minutes With Your Villain
Miss Borka rested her forehead against the palms of her hands, methodically tapping her long fingers against her scalp. Oh, she could call that blasted fairy to herself with a quick word and the magic that tethered them would snag her like a trout, but did she want to? She had been so crazed with fury when Bosomella simply vanished that after days of raging she was suddenly and strangely quite sane. Oh she could go to the floating monks for a solution. And they could do it. She would be dancing at the ball. But the price would be terrible. Another life, and she had yet to feel free from that other time. When her maid had succumbed. No, she must either trust the little lingerie faerie or permanently slip on the skin of a monster. And desperate murderess was not the title that she sought. Miss Borka shut her study door behind her, walked down the long stone stairway, and slowly went to stand in the chill evening garden.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered toward the softly rustling autumn leaves, but she knew that the faerie would hear. The more important question however. Was if she would forgive her.