Agathe's trembling fingers clutched tightly to her dress as she took a step back. With Ivan aware of all her plottings, it was like digging her own grave with her two bare hands, only to lay on it so someone would cover her up with the earth. The only people who she could run to for help now were now sons, as it has been obvious from the beginning that Ivan favored them like his true brothers.
"Alistair! Tobias!" Leaving Ivan's side, she went to stand in front of Alistair, and her trembling hands cupped his cheeks as she took her time to scrutinize him, confirming that he was alright and well. Her son did not shy away from her touch in disgust, rather he let her touch him, and that brought immense tears to Agathe's eyes again.
For once, she was ready to accept that she made a big mistake here.
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