I, the slave boy, awaken with the most potent seed!!

As Matilda stepped into the room, Zafron's eyes locked onto her face, scrutinizing every subtle shift in her expression.

Her features were set in a mask of frustration, but there was something else there, something he couldn't quite put his finger on. A flicker in her eyes, perhaps? A slight twitch at the corner of her mouth? Whatever it was, it left him feeling unsettled.

[Oh, look at our little actress,] Calista chimed in, her mental voice dripping with sarcasm. [Such a convincing performance. I do hope she remembers which lies she's told to whom.]

The twins descended upon Matilda like vultures on fresh carrion, their voices overlapping in their eagerness.

"Come on darling, you simply must tell us everything," Shadow purred, her eyes glinting with curiosity.

Whisper leaned in, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Did the Governor find you as... enticing as we promised?"

Matilda finally let out a weary sigh, her shoulders slumping slightly. "He just wanted to see me," she said, her voice tinged with exasperation. "Honestly, I'm growing tired of these frequent summons. I might need to take a break from seeing him."

She ran a hand through her hair, a gesture of frustration that looked almost too perfect. "Perhaps I'll have to make his messenger believe I'm not home next time."

Zafron felt a bubble of laughter rise in his chest, but he swallowed it down. He knew Matilda was lying through her teeth, crafting a performance to keep their secrets safe. Pride swelled in his chest at her quick thinking.

[Well, well,] Calista mused, [our little Matilda is quite the actress. I'm almost impressed. Almost.]

The twins exchanged a sharp glance, their matching frowns a clear sign of disapproval.

"Now, now, darling," Shadow chided, wagging a finger. "You mustn't push the Governor away. Not when we're so close to getting what we want."

Whisper nodded eagerly. "Indeed. You need to keep him wrapped around your little finger. Make him believe you're utterly smitten."

Shadow's eyes gleamed with malicious glee. "After all, the closer you get, the easier it'll be to overthrow him when the time comes."

"And just think of all the lovely things we could have once we're in control," Whisper added, her voice filled with longing.

Zafron watched the exchange in silence, his stomach churning at the twins' casual discussion of betrayal and power grabs. He remained in his seat, content to observe without comment.

As the conversation wound down, Matilda made her way over to Zafron, her eyes softening as she looked at him. "How's the food?" she asked, gesturing to the plate in front of him. "Is it to your liking?"

Zafron managed a small smile. "Perfect, as always," he replied, his voice warm with genuine appreciation.

Matilda beamed at him, a hint of a blush coloring her cheeks. "I'm glad. I tried a new spice blend this time. I thought you might enjoy something a little different."

"You never cease to amaze me," Zafron said softly, his eyes locked on hers. For a moment, the rest of the world faded away, and it was just the two of them.

[Oh, spare me,] Calista groaned. [If you two get any sweeter, I might develop cavities.]

Their moment was shattered by the twins' excited chatter. They had finally settled on Zafron's next opponent, their voices rising in enthusiasm.

"It's perfect!" Shadow exclaimed, clapping her hands together.

"They'll never see it coming," Whisper agreed, her eyes glittering with anticipation.

Without so much as a glance in Zafron's direction, the twins swept out of the room, no doubt off to arrange the match they'd decided on without his input.

As soon as the door closed behind them, Matilda sprang into action. She cracked the door open, peering out to ensure the twins were truly gone.

Satisfied, she turned back to Zafron, her face transforming in an instant. The frustrated expression melted away, replaced by a radiant smile that lit up her entire face.

"Zafron," she whispered, her voice barely containing her excitement. "We did it!"

Zafron leaned forward, his heart racing. "The cart?" he asked, hardly daring to hope.

Matilda nodded vigorously. "The Governor found it. He even showed it to me to verify!" Her words tumbled out in a rush. "It's not repaired yet, but he promised it would be ready by evening. I told him to keep it somewhere safe until we can pick it up."

Zafron's jaw dropped. "That fast? I can't believe it." He shook his head in wonder. "There really isn't anything a man won't do for love, is there?"

[Or for the illusion of it,] Calista added dryly. [Our dear Governor seems quite the eager beaver.]

"Matilda, you're incredible," Zafron said, standing up and pulling her into his arms. Without thinking, he pressed his lips to hers in a brief, passionate kiss.

When they parted, Matilda's cheeks were flushed, her eyes sparkling. She reached out, plucking the spoon from Zafron's hand. "Here, let me," she said softly, scooping up some food and bringing it to his lips.

As she fed him, her free hand found his, their fingers intertwining. "We're so close, Zafron," she murmured. "Soon, we'll be out of here. Back to a better life."

Zafron squeezed her hand, his heart swelling with hope and affection. But a shadow of worry still lurked in the back of his mind. "I met with Hector..," he said, his voice low.

Matilda's eyes widened. "What did he say?"

Zafron recounted his conversation with the old man, watching Matilda's face carefully as he spoke.

Her expressions shifted from curiosity to concern to determination as he explained Hector's warnings about the barrier's constant changes and the need for Raxus's staff as soon as possible.

Matilda turned to Zafron, her eyes filled with a mixture of hope and concern. "Have you found a way to get Raxus's staff?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Zafron's brow furrowed, and for a long moment, he remained silent. Finally, he let out a heavy sigh. "If no better idea comes to mind, I'll have to use... unconventional means," he said, his voice tinged with reluctance.

[Oh, how delightfully vague,] Calista chimed in sarcastically. [I do so love a good mystery, especially when our lives are on the line.]

Matilda leaned forward, her curiosity piqued. "Unconventional means?" she echoed, her eyebrow arching. "What exactly do you have in mind, Zafron?"

A slow, enigmatic smile spread across Zafron's face. "Well," he began, his eyes twinkling with a mix of mischief and determination, "let's just say it involves a bit of theatrics, a dash of danger, and a whole lot of luck."

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