Eva van Outryve de Crommelynck

Being with Nefertiti always brought Eva peace. 

 

A peace she was condemned to never have elsewhere. 

 

Maybe with Grigoire too. (Though Grigoire was a secret, and he would stay like that until the opportune moment came).

 

Being with the rest of the world either proved to be awfully dull, or to dr her up a wall.

 

And then again, there was Monsieur Frobisher, who had the strange honour of being the only person in the world to be able to do both things at the same time.

 

What gave him the right to think himself more of a son of her parents than what she was? He was nothing but an opportunist that sought to make a living out of them. And her parents, as much as it hurt to say it, a pair of fools.

 

Yes, she was jealous. No, she would never admit it. She might have not inherited her father’s musical talent, but she did inherit a pride filled to the brim with stubbornness.

 

For that, Eva should have felt unabashedly triumphant when she heard her father and Robert arguing. Why was she feeling terrible instead? Frobisher deserved it...

 

No, no one deserved to suffer an angry Vyvyan Ayrs. Not even Monsieur Frobisher, no matter how much Eva did loathe him.

 

And yet, what was there for her to do? Probably nothing useful.

 

No, this was not her business.

 

She would stay to her things, and hope that all this would be over soon.

 

Thankfully, Nefertiti was always there for her.