"Chlea, pack Isadore bags." Uncle Viktor ordered the woman, joining them in her rooms while Isadore was trying to consume her breakfast.
“The luggage?” repeated Chlea taken aback.
“To go where?” she asked wearily, having expected no less after her outburst the night before and had spent what was left of the night wondering what was going to happen next.
She was sorry for having lost control over her troubled emotions, but didn't regret what she had said, had spoken from the heart and if she had to be punished for this, would have gladly accepted it.
"Leave us." Uncle Viktor ordered, nodding to Chlea who promptly nodded back and took her leave, closing the door carefully behind her. "You are leaving for the Black Moon." her uncle informed her as soon as they were alone. “Chlea will help
