Victoria had her back turned to the proceedings, conversing with the mass of red hair that was councilwoman Rufina. The singing grew louder, and Rufina leaned in closer to Victoria to make herself heard. Eris couldn’t hear what she was saying from where she stood, but their brows were narrowed, eyes focused. Business talk, no doubt. Empty talk of empty things whilst their father lay dead in front of them. Eris looked away, biting down the flash of anger.
More Tempest and the Fire art, my Beauty and the Beast retelling.