Thomasine spared no haste making her way to the meeting chamber she and Faustine had designated for their outrageous machinations. Diabolical yet subtle, she would be lucky if Prince did not launch a campaign for her demise when he stepped up to the throne. She let out a sigh. Ah, well, a mother had a duty to her child. She pressed her lips together. Especially an only child.

A few seconds edged by before the outbreak of sparkles appeared, thus bringing Faustine into full view.

"What think you? Impossible?" Thomasine asked, brows furrowed.

"It's possible," Faustine responded, tapping her chin in contemplation. Her tiny wand slipped to the floor, rolled precariously toward the door.

"Odd how that one young lady's eyes blink so rapidly, is it not?" Thomasine reflected. Promptly dismissing the thought, she added, "Well, never mind, 'tis time to see our plan through. Too late for naught else, I fear."

"Oui."

"You best hang on to that silly contraption, Faustine. We can ill afford it to fall in the wrong hands."

"Pray, quit calling me that," Faustine scowled.

"Whyever not, ma chére? 'Tis your name, non?" Thomasine said absently, darting for the door. "We shall speak later. Adieu."




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