‘ we learn to laugh in the midst of the inferno ’
Fun fact: this is the third time I got this prompt and the one time I actually managed to write something I like.
“What is your secret?” Lisabetta, the new Viscontessa di Belvior, asked when they were alone in the rose gardens of Montvere House. Hope and despair played on her youthful face as the shadows danced to a pale candlelight. “How do you endure this life, Marchesa?”
Once, when she was something more than broken shards and iron thorns, Sibilla would have felt pity for the girl, sympathy for another daughter trapped into a life of misery and pain.
Not anymore. Not for eight years.
She smiled then, smiled as she leaned in and whispered in Lisabetta ear, smiled as the girl flinched and took a step back, horrified. Sibilla‘s tongue was a whip and took pleasure in its use.
Flashing the viscontessa one last grin, she strolled out of the gardens and back into the glittering, colourful reverie of the ballroom. Sibilla couldn’t stop smiling at Lisabetta’s crestfallen expression, at the pain and despair etched into those large brown eyes, and she wondered how long it would take for the girl to break.
Her feet had barely touched the marble floor when an elegant, gloved hand appeared before her, one she could never— and would never — fail to recognise.
It was almost instinct now, to take that hand whenever it was offered. The whole world might hate her, but Dante Montvere was her friend, and he’d always be there to keep her from drowning in the abyss of memory.
“Aren’t you a mean one, Sibilla Vanier?” Dante inquired lightly as they made their way through the ballroom, his voice carrying a musical, teasing lilt. “The poor girl only wanted a glimpse of your immeasurable wealth of wisdom.”
“No one helped me when my parents me off, so why should I help anyone else?” The Marchesa replied far too cheerfully for it to be anything but mockery, nudging her partner towards the gambling tables. “We all learn to laugh in the midst of the inferno, Dante, and I laugh best when someone else is in misery. Now stop pretending that you care and let’s play a game of Crowns and Thieves, shall we?”