Larissa went in her study to inspect what changed.
She first went to her desk where her journal was at. When she pulled the drawer, it was still there, seemingly untouched. But the melted candle inside her small lantern was a giveaway that someone was inside her study while she was sleeping.
“What a slithering eel,” Larissa huffed and rolled her eyes. She closed the drawer back and walked around, stopping in front of her bookshelves.
Her eyes scanned the books and documents, all the while thinking, what was Thalia’s goal. Her mind ran through hundreds of reasons all in just a minute and found the most probable — Thalia wants to take her place.
The way she writes about her, holding her in such light and reverence, was her way to project her own image into Larissa’s, she wanted to be her
