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After their further discussion on how this would happen, in the end it seemed that this was the only place where they could guarantee safety. Theirs, Améa's, the children's. Jezebel hadn't been certain about it, but even she felt the call of the place where she was born, and had ended up arriving early with her four children, and spending some time in the town - no longer a secret Princess, her identity had been revealed over the years - before then sitting in the garden of the palace for a while as the children played. A long flowing dress, a blue so light that it was almost white, fell down along her figure, a royal blue sash across it that denoted her position. The children themselves were also in more formal wear of white dresses for the girls, royal blue ribbons in their hair, and Erian in a white shirt with a blue silk scarf tied at the collar neatly, and black pants. Lorelei wore a sash, like her mother, and appeared perhaps the most at home here, as she looked out for Flora, the strange girl who seemed to have a place and was considered her best friend. When it neared the time that Adele should be arriving with Améa, however, the children had quieted down as the family moved back inside. Veronika was now in Jezebel's arms, small hands clinging to her mother as she trembled with slight anxiety. Her mother and grandmother had both promised that she would be safe, that her wishes would be most important, but it was still a scary thing to face the one who had conceived her, who had allowed such horrible things to happen to them. "It will be alright," Jezebel's voice murmured softly, reaffirming that promise as her hand soothed over the girl's hair and back. "I will never let anyone harm you or any of our family, I promise," Lorelei spoke, sounding far older than she rightfully should have, more authoritative. Jezebel wondered when it was her daughter had grown so much, but in all honesty it felt like she'd always been more adult than child, even when she was playing. Stood diligently to the right side of Jezebel, while the other two children stood to the left, and thus closer to their womb sister, Lei then tilted her head, "They are here." Jezebel had felt it as well, and inhaled a deep breath before breathing gently outward, preparing herself as well. This wasn't only nerve-wracking for Nika. But it was something that needed to happen, and so it was that she stood proudly with her brood of children, in wait for Adele and Améa to come meet with them.
There were many things racing through Jezebel's mind, not the least of them the conversation with her mother, as well as the arrival of Améa and Zane back to Narrie. She was happy that her sister had returned, more than happy, but at the same time disappointed that she was still with the man who seemed to suck the life out of her. Jez had to wonder how the other young woman hadn't noticed it, how she had let it get so bad. She was like a shell of her former self, felt as though she could be blown away with a gust of wind. It wasn't right, and made Jezebel angry and frustrated that she couldn't do anything to fix that. At least not right at this moment. Whatever trick Zane had up his sleeve, the rest of them had to be ready. She doubted he would have returned without something to fall back on. Still, that was not her main concern right now, as the young woman made sure that the dishes were all in the dishwasher, and kitchen and dining table were clean. The children had gone to bed not long ago, and Viktor was doing some reading in the library. Jez didn't really have to do any cleaning, she could just look at everything and make it happen without much use of energy. But she wanted to use her hands, be doing something physical while she thought. It was time, Jez really needed to tell Viktor about everything, and prepare him for the possibilities of what could happen, and let him know the promises she and Adele made regarding Veronika's happiness. More importantly, he needed to know the truth about where their little girl had come from. The only one of the triplets who wasn't biologically theirs. Having finished her tidying, the young woman fidgeted a moment as she waited for the kettle to boil, before making a cup of tea, and then taking a deep breath as she made her way through the large manor toward the library. It had been a good thing they'd decided to move into a much larger place with the triplets on the way. Their unit that they once had would never had fit all of them, let along the inclusion of her baby brother and his baby daughter as well. Even with them, some days it didn't feel like such a packed place. Perhaps because Jezebel had insisted on getting a mansion that was still by the beach. She wanted room to host parties, to have people stay over. And it wasn't like she didn't have the money for it. Entering the library, the young woman smiled as she spotted her fiancee, before stepping quietly over and setting the tea down on the desk beside him, before then leaning over to press a kiss to his temple. "Hey love, interrupting anything important?" Jezebel glanced over his shoulder to see if he was reading, or doing some work. She really hoped that she wasn't interrupting him, but she needed to get this off her chest as soon as possible. The longer she waited, the more likely that he would find out from an outside source, and probably not in the best way.
Cigarettes were expensive. Even Adele noticed it now. More than a dollar per cigarette, she knew she should give up. She also knew she wasn't going to. She had for a while, she'd given up a lot of things in an attempt to be happy. It fell apart. It always fell apart. She told herself it was a miracle it had lasted as long as it did, she had been happy. All it would have taken to keep that happiness was... honesty. Yeah, that wasn't going to happen. Where to now? Caleb kept her a little grounded, though the boy was a handful. Most days she was glad to drop him at the school gate, and she felt horrible for that. He was glad to have her all to himself. He begged to stay home from school and he'd already taken all of David's things and boxed them up. Which was probably for the best. The morning's mail had brought the papers Adele had been dreading since their argument. The officialness of it all had hurt. It was really, actually, over. It wasn't some dumb fight he would come back from. She'd pushed it too far this time. Lillian had been unhelpfully pleased about this turn of events. Something about a chance to "do things properly" and "accept responsibility". That or step up and set in motion all of the processes that needed to unfold for Jezebel to be ready and---no. That wasn't happening either. No. Jez needed time to be herself. With her family. Needed to live. Adele finished her cigarette, and lit another. Every cigarette butt on the ground a big middle finger to Dave.