The Calamity of a Reborn Witch

Book 3: Chapter 36: The Scales of Kinship

Ivy pulled her shawl close, shivering as rain pelted against the manor window, illuminated by the two large floor candelabras tucked away in the corners of the bedroom. The candlelight cast long shadows across the large four-poster bed where Lady Hana knelt worriedly beside the unconscious Duchess. The Viscountess had taken over Lady Kirsis care the moment the royal physicians had finished their discreet examination and left with grim expressions.

The howling wind outside the manor whipped against the forest and the cluster of tents laid out upon the ground, some of which collapsed or tipped over beneath the storm. Ivy turned away from the miserable weather and flinched as a broken twig smacked against the windowpane behind her.

Her attention returned to the beady-eyed crows interwoven with the decorative foliage, exotic flowers, vines, and fruits painted on the bedroom wall. Curiously enough, the more she studied the painting, the more she discerned the camouflaged figures of women hidden behind the vines, their green fingers clawing blindly after the fleeing crows that carried away jewels, garments, and what looked shudderingly close to human eyes.

Ivy jumped at the loud knock on the bedroom door. Her gaze returned to the bed, where Lady Hana frowned at yet another unwanted disturbance. The Viscountess sighed as she moved the damp cloth and washbowl to a nightstand before rising to answer the door.

So far, the unconscious Duchess had received visits from the Crown Prince, Prime Minister, Viscount Gilwren, Earl Hawthorne, and Marchioness Kensington, who, along with several other seemingly curious nobles, had been turned away rudely at the door by Colonel Isaac, who stood guard outside.

I cant tell if theyre worried Kirsi wont wake up or that she will.

Ivy moved nervously to the foot of the bed, where she got a good look at the Crown Princess, who now stood outside the open door.

Please, Lady Hana, Eleanora whispered urgently as the Viscountess nearly closed the door in her face. I only wanted to check to see if your dinner had been brought up.

Yes, your Highness. Viscount Gilwren has seen to all our needs, Hana replied with forced politeness.

That is good. ThenummI wonder if I mighthave a private word with you?

The Viscountess frowned and crossed her arms in apparent disapproval. Now is not a good time, your Highness. I must attend to the Duchess.

Oh, but surely. The Crown Princess stepped closer, her amber gaze cutting sharply to Ivy. The Duchess has more than one attendant who can look after her.

Ivy quickly averted her gaze. She knew better than anyone why she was of little use to Lady Kirsi in her present state. The maids hand tightened around the vial of medicine hidden beneath her shawl that Hana had given her shortly after they had settled into the Duchesss temporary rooms in the manor.

Surely Lady Ivy has more experience caring for her mistress, given that they grew up alongside each other, Eleanora pressed, the confidence in her voice drawing Ivys gaze back towards the door. It will only be for a moment, Hana. My rooms are just down the hall.

I have said all that I wish to say to you, your Highness, Hana responded with surprising calmness. And surely, on a night like tonight, when Nicholas is celebrating an important milestone, you should be at his side supporting himas his wife and crown princess. The Viscountess steps back, clearly intending to shut the door, only for Eleanora to force her way forcefully into the room. Your Highness!

Stop calling me that! Please, Hana! I cant accept that you would do thisto usall over a misunderstanding! Please, cant you justcant you give me another chance.

Ivys cheeks flushed at what was clearly a lovers quarrel.

This is neither the time nor place! Hana hissed, no longer bothering with titles. You have your duty, and I have mine.

A duty I did not choose, you know that! I need you

The Viscountess laughed mockingly, shaking her head as she glanced to where Ivy now hid awkwardly behind one of the bedpost curtains. We both know that I was nothing more than a distraction while you grieved for the death of the First Prince.

Thats not fair!

Isnt it? The Viscountess took a step toward the Crown Princess, who blinked in surprise. Then tell me, Elly, if Tristan and I both stood before you nowwho would you choose?

Eleanora continued to blink rapidly as if she were fighting back tears. Thatswhy does that matter? Tristan is dead. Why would you even ask me that?!

To help you understand, Hana replied coldly as she met the princesss gaze squarely. You should give up on me, your Highness, because, as far as Im concerned, you are dead to me too.

The tickling urgency to breathe strained against Ivys frozen throat and lungs as the Viscountesss cutting words stretched into awkward silence.

The Crown Princess drew in a sharp breath and appeared about to speak but then changed her mind. Ivy blinked as the proud princess spun on her heels and retreated down the hallway towards the stairwell. Eleanoras ex-lover remained still for a few heartbeats before marching to the door and shutting it firmly.

Hopefully, that will be the last interruption for this evening, Hana muttered as she returned to Kirsis side to gently wipe the Duchesss cold skin with a herbal mixture meant to stimulate blood flow.

I Ivys grip on the vial beneath her shawl tightened, need to use the restroomLady Hana.

The Viscountess barely spared her more than a glance before nodding permissively. Take one of the Bastiallano Knights with you then. It's best not to be alone on a night like tonight.

Of course. Imight stop by the kitchen for a bit more fooddo you want anything?

Hana frowned in frustration before turning to face her squarely. Its good that youre feeling better, Ivy, but dont push yourself. Let one of the servants bring up a tray. No need to risk exposure more than necessary until weve resolved yourcondition.

Ivy nodded, her gaze dropping to the floor as the Viscountesss attention returned to the barely breathing Duchess, ignoring the maid altogether.

Ill be back quickly then, Ivy whispered before moving to the door, resolved to obtain whatever closure she could from the one person she had hoped never to lay eyes on again.

The Banquet in the main hall was in full swing, judging by the chaotic din that greeted Ivy as she reached the first floor. The nobles appeared eager to make the most of the extended curfew to celebrate Nicholass victorious hunt. Ivy pulled her shawl over her face and shoulders as she dipped into the servants passage, heading towards the back of the manor.

While the Gilwren estate was significantly larger than Turnbell Manor, it was simple enough to surmise where the cellars were located, given the constant traffic of servants with trays of food and wine that flowed back and forth from the kitchen. The maids and footmen glanced after Ivy curiously but made no attempt to accost the noble guest wandering alone through the halls.

The presence of two royal knights standing guard on either side of what Ivy guessed to be the cellar doors confirmed the whispers she had overheard among the household staff during their earlier visit to the manor during the morning hunt.

Now I just have to hope theyll believe my story.

Ivy took a steadying breath as the knights both noticed her approach.

Are you lost, my Lady?

No, Ivy responded firmly, lowering the shawl to her shoulders where it grazed against the witch mark that burned beneath the fabric of her dress. I am here to ascertain the condition of the prisoner.

The knights frowned in confusion before the one that had addressed her before chuckled. Pardon my bluntness, your ladyshipbut regardless of Lady Priscillas concernsno one is allowed access to the prisoner without his Majestys permission.

What? No, I Ivy sucked in a quick breath as her fingers tightened around the shawl clutched to her chest. I do not work for Lady Priscilla.

Of course not, the knight responded with gentle dismissal as he gestured with his chin to the hallway behind her. All the same, we cannot let you in. It would be best if you returned to the banquet

I meant that I am here on behalf of Duchess Kirsi Valda! Ivy snapped, opening her shawl and raising the necklace beneath it that Kirsi had gifted to her before leaving Bastalliano. I am Lady Ivy Koresh, one of her Graces ladies-in-waiting, and I am here to ascertain the condition of the prisoner.

The knight raised his brow incredulously before leaning in to examine the snowflake obsidian carving of a wolf head. Whats this trinket supposed to mean?

The second knight coughed awkwardly as he suppressed an amused laugh. I believe its supposed to prove that she works for the Duchess?

Even if thats true, the first knight replied with a sardonic note of disapproval. The orders of the Duchess do not trump those of the Crown Prince.

No! Ivy could feel her heart rate increase as the chances of her speaking to the woman she had once called mother slipped through her fingers. What do I do? How do I convince them?

Was it Lady Koresh? the knight continued, studying her curiously. Strange, I know that name from somewhere

Another untitled noble family like yours, perhaps, his comrade replied dismissively.

Ivy was actually afraid she might break the vial in her left hand if she gripped it any tighter. Anger and frustration, coupled with the familiar weight of chronic fatigue and illness, pushed away all hesitation as she raised her gaze to meet those of the men openly mocking her.

It seems you are ill-informed, or you would know that both of the attendants who serve her Grace are Viscountess with lands and titles.

The knights both blinked in surprise before glancing at each other hesitantly.

Be that as it may, surely you have heard that Lady Kirsi is unwell, which is why she has sent me to act in her stead and with her authoritywhich means that you are both currently blocking the path of the Lady Protector of the North. Ivy arched a cynical brow, channeling the smug, confident expressions she remembered from what felt like a lifetime of serving under the Turnbell family. Of courseif you feel it is necessary, I could interrupt his Majestys celebration and ask him to come here to explain all this to you in person

What is it that you need to do exactly, Lady Koresh? the first knight interrupted hastily with an appeasing smile. If its just a quick look to verify that the prisoner is well"

I will also need to speak to her, Ivy interrupted, attempting to look bored with the conversation as she approached the door expectantly. Privately.

The ghost of a life Ivy barely remembered flickered behind her eyes as she took in the woman huddled and chained into one of the barred stalls that lined the cellar walls, which had been emptied of wine barrels. Miranda Koresh, the once proud noble wife of Lord Spenser Koresh, a royal historian, and mother to a small bright child, was nowhere to be seen.

Bitterness and the sudden fall in status had aged Miranda, while the years of struggle and menial labor had marred her skin and hands, adding more than a few silver strands to her caramel-brown hair. A pair of bleary hazel-blue eyes flicked over Ivy with a brief expression of confusion and wariness before narrowing in recognition. Whatever words the woman meant to voice, they came out in a hoarse, distorted groan as the prisoner clutched her throat pitifully.

So its true you cannot speak, Ivy muttered, clenching down on the treacherous emotions battling against her resolve. I never thought Id see you againafter what you did, Im surprised you would even show your face.

Miranda pressed her lips together in a familiar scornful look of disapproval before turning pointedly away from her visitor.

I suppose there are those who would prefer that you never be able to speak again, Ivy whispered as she examined the chains looping through the bars connected to the cuffs on her mothers wrists. But I am not one of them. She extended the medicine vial mixed with Hanas blood toward the chained woman, who eyed the bottle warily. This is a rare, powerful medicine. If you drink this, it will heal your injuries and allow you to speak.

Miranda scowled and quickly looked away.

I couldnt care less about how you got involved with the Borgheses or what role you played in their attempts to frame the Duchess. None of that matters now that youve been banished from the capital. Ivy sighed as the woman refused to acknowledge her presence. No one need know your injuries are healed aside from me. At least this way, youll have the option to speak if you choose.

Miranda half-turned toward her daughter with a conflicted expression before extending an open hand. Ivy glanced down hesitantly at the dose Hana had prepared for her evening treatment but handed the vial over without comment. The prisoner pried the small cork free with her fingers, sniffed the strange liquid inside, and glanced once more toward Ivys neutral expression.

Its not poison. I may hate you, but I have no reason to wish you dead.

This appeared to convince the prisoner, who quickly tipped the vial's contents down her throat.

Ivy flinched as her mother flung the empty bottle down on the stone basement floor, shattering it as she clutched her throat and coughed loudly. Ivy almost laughed at the brief look of alarm and suspicion that crossed Mirandas face before the beneficial tonic effects kicked in and her mothers coughs subsided.

A-aahahhh! Miranda squeaked out as the gurgled distortion in her voice faded. II canspeak? Her hazel-blue eyes swung wildly from the broken vial to Ivy. What sort ofmedicinewas that?

Does it matter? Your throat is healed, and you can speak, Ivy replied as she folded her hands at her waist, clutching her fingers as the burning itch along her spine grew more difficult to ignore.

Whyheal me? What do you want?

Ivy drew in a slow breath, struggling to compartmentalize the emotions of betrayal, pain, and abandonment that had resurfaced with her mothers reappearance. To askwhy?

Miranda scoffed as she swept back her messy bangs. I thought you didnt care about

Im not speaking about yesterdays events. Im asking about what you did to me all those years ago when I was barely more than a child!

The prisoner scowled, her narrowed gaze moving over the luxurious fabric of Ivys dress. Why are you complaining? You seem to have done well enough for yourself.

I am where I am because of Lady Kirsi's benevolencenot because of you!

Ungrateful Miranda muttered before shaking her head. Ive nothing to say to a sinner like you.

Ivy half-choked out a mocking laugh. Really? You want to claim a religious, moral high ground? Which one of us is a chained prisoner?

I was pardoned!

The only reason your head remains attached to your body is because I asked her Grace to show mercy! Not that you deserve it, Ivy retorted, her words coming out harsher than she intended as guilt ate away at her.

Instead of looking admonished or even humbled, Miranda only looked more enraged. Well, at least I didnt sell my soul to a witch that killed my child!

Ivy flinched as her fingernails bit deeply into the back of her hands. What?!

I know what you did, you whore! Murdering my grandchildall so you can continue to serve that demon!

Yourgrandchild? Ivy echoed, bewildered. What possible right could you have to lay claim to any child of mine after you sold me into slavery?!

I had no choice. We had no food! What would you have me do? Prostitute myself like you did just to keep a roof over our heads?!

I Ivy nearly bit her tongue as she fought against the wave of bile rising up the back of her throat. I neverprostituted myself.

Miranda laughed scornfully. You still dont realize why the Borgheses got me involved. They showed me proof that you purchased herbs meant to kill an unborn and unwanted baby. If you werent selling yourself, then how did you become pregnant? Youre not married or engaged, so why

Shut up! Ivy snarled as she staggered back, her hands pressed to her stomach. Howhow could you even think that?! Did it never cross your mind what terrible things could happen to a girl abandoned by her only living parent and sold to become the property of men?

Dont spin your transgressions against me. You were meant to be the companion of Lady Edith. Maybe if you had taken better care of her, you wouldnt have ended up with the Turnbell family. What noble would bother to interact with the spawn of a traitormuch less touch you unless you seduced them first!

Shut up! Shut up! Ivy screamed, flinching as her voice echoed throughout the cellar around them. I cant believeLady Kirsi was rightyou're nothing but a monster. She fumbled about in the shadows as her vision blurred, clinging to the metal bars to remain upright as her breath grew shallow and tight beneath the invisible vise of pain that pressed against her lungs. How could you be this cruel and heartlessto your own child?

I suppose I should be grateful, Miranda retorted with a resigned sigh. Despite whatever poison that witch has dripped into your ears, you still know to help your mother when shes in need.

Ivy turned away, sickened by the very sight of the despicable woman, who continued to prattle on without so much as a flicker of remorse.

Since that witch gave you the authority to come down hereshe can grant you the authority to set me free and expunge my record.

Your life has already been spared. Your injuries healedwhat more could you want? Ivy forced out through clenched teeth as she hurriedly wiped the trail of tears from her cheek. Her mothers scornful laugh set the maid's teeth on edge as she turned to face the snickering prisoner.

I still know your sins, child, Miranda spelled out with a sinister smirk. If you want me to disappear quietly, then the least you can do for your dear old mother is give me enough to survivecomfortably.

Ivy stopped breathing again as she stared at the woman incredulously.

I lost my position because of you and that witch, Miranda continued, fussing with the hem of her skirt as she rose to her feet. Given my age and the fact that youre unfit to be married to anyone capable of supporting us boththe least you could do is give me enough to retire and buy a small cottage in the south. Warm weather and a decent maid will help me enjoy my final years. Slaves are cheap enough these days, so perhaps even a footman.

You Ivy pressed a cold fist against her lips as she nearly vomited.

Well, its not like youll be coming along to look after me, and any other children you might produce are likely to be useless bastards.

Stop!

What? Its not like Im asking to live with you. I wouldnt want to step anywhere near your little witch Duchess.

Of all the evil I have seen in this world, Ivy hissed as she scratched the distracting pain clawing up her neck. Youare the absolute worst.

Tsk! Miranda admonished with an eye roll as she stepped towards the pale young woman. I may be in chains presently, but only one of us has ever killed someone. And an innocent babe at that.

I should never have come here. Ivy shook her head, feeling dizzy and shaken by the rage coursing through her veins. I cant believe I wasted Hanas precious blood on this woman.

I heard the father was a nobleman, Miranda continued as she placed a hand on Ivys shoulders. Foolish girl. You would have been better off giving birth and living as a mistress. Who knowshe might have even married you.

Ivys broken laugh echoed through the dimly lit cellar as she shoved her mothers hand away. She stepped back from the prisoner, determined to leave before her illness and regret sapped the rest of her energy.

Thats right, go ahead, run away and cry. Youre just as weak as your father was. Always blaming your failures on other people. Just make sure the funds are ready by morning before I depart, or elseI may have to reveal my miraculous recovery.

Ivy froze beneath her mothers taunting words as the cellar walls swayed precariously around her. No.

What? Miranda demanded softly.

Was that not clear enough? I meant I wont be giving you a single crescent.

The prisoner chuckled uneasily. Now, now, Ivy. Theres no need to be greedy. Your Duchess has more than enough

Lady Kirsi wont give you anything either.

Thatwould be foolish

Ivy gripped one of the stacked barrels as she turned around. The jumbled peel of her own mocking laughter echoed oddly in her ears. No, mother. Impugning the honor of a noble would be foolish.

You? Youre nothing but a slave!

No, not anymore. Lady Kirsi liberated me before making me one of her ladies-in-waiting, Ivy lied with a cynical smile. I am neither a commoner nor a slaveunlike you.

What? B-but yourethe daughter of a traitor!

Father was accused of treason, and we were reduced to commoners. It was you who drank and spent away his savings. You exploited the sympathy of his friends and acquaintances for money until they all turned their backs on us. Then you racked up debts you couldnt pay, trying to maintain the lifestyle of a noblewoman without any means to pay for our basic needs. It was you who forced us to flee in the middle of the night to avoid being thrown into debtor's jail!

Miranda sputtered wordlessly as Ivy advanced towards the prisoner with her fists clenched.

It was you who sold your daughter, your own flesh and blood, into a lifetime of servitude to pay off the debts you incurredall for what? So, you could continue pretending to be a noble?

That wasyouyou cannotspeak to me this way! I am your mother!

Nonot anymore, Ivy whispered hoarsely. Our relationship died when you exchanged me for a bag of coins. I do not owe you anything now. In fact, I never want to see you ever again! And if you dare to speak against me or the Duchess, rest assured that next time, I will beg for your execution!

Mirandas eyes widened with a glimmer of fear as she pressed her back against the cellar wall away from her trembling daughter.

Wherever you go, from this moment on, you are no longer my concern. Whether you live or die has nothing to do with me. You are a monsterand I can only hope that the rest of your life will be as miserable as the years of torment and humiliation you subjected me to.

Ivy spun away, teetering unsteadily as a faint ring spread through her right ear to mingle with the pain prickling along her back. She paused to steady herself and regain her composure before facing the knights waiting outsidethen blinked as the blurred tangle of chains dropped over her vision and tightened viciously around her neck.

The prisoner dragged the flailing maid back into the cellar stall, where mother and daughter tumbled back against the stone floor. I thought there was nothing in this world I regretted more than marrying your imbecile of a father, but now I realizegiving birth to youwas my greatest sin.

Ivy sputtered helplessly as she clawed against the metal links biting into her throat, unable to reach past Miranda's legs wrapped tightly around her torso.

But now I shall atone for my sins by sending your corrupted soul into the arms of the Saints to be purified!

Ivy kicked her feet against the ground, twisting and squirming against the chain in her mothers grip. The ripping pain of the witchs curse along her back and lack of air hindered her ability to focus and think as her vision darkened.

You should have just paid me the money, Miranda admonished with a faint grunt as she leaned back, exerting more force against the chain. Once youre dead and the Duchess stands accused of trying to kill a prisoner of the crownthe Borgheses will have every reason to reward me with a life I deserve.

A flicker of light pulled Ivys fluctuating gaze to the snowflake obsidian wolf pendant that slid across her bodice. She grasped the necklace frantically, recalling Kirsis cautioning instructions when she gifted the pendant to her.

Pleaseplease work!

With what little strength remained, Ivy yanked the necklace free and clenched it between her teeth before silently crying out the Duchesss name.

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