sutton mae // five // cbd3

You were tired of it before it even began.

She was never supposed to win, she was never supposed to come home. She was a drunk and useless, hardly knew her left from her right. She was supposed to die and you were supposed to become the oldest.

You were supposed to be the one who took over.

But the stupid bitch did it, she actually lived. Well, she died and then lived again. But it didn't matter, it ruined all of your plans. Finally when you thought you had made progress you were right back to square one.

Father was going to be the hard one to convince. Even though you're the oldest he believes in patriarchy which means you are never in line, never even considered to take over.

Even though you would easily be the best.

Caelum was too soft, a pushover, and his illness doesn't help anything. Blow on him too hard and he'll fall to the ground, impossible to pick back up again. Wolf? Well, Wolf is still a baby, and if father doesn't see that he must be blind.

The more you think about it the more you realize that maybe Lysander winning is a good thing. Maybe, just maybe Father will finally see that the women in this house are much stronger and far more cunning than the men.

Maybe, just maybe, he will finally see you in the place you belong.

On top.