Martee stared in frustration at the squabbling that erupted over the cold, stiff corpse of their beloved Prince. "Persephone..." she murmured, clutching her hands into angry fists. "Too soon, taken far too soon. We are all the poorer for the loss." Well, not all. There were two among them who sought to benefit from the fall of both Houses. Her eyes scanned the crowd as she cursed the masks they wore, masks that left them at the mercy of two love-sick, wayward children. Romeo, and Juliet. It was all so deceptively simple, so easy to overlook amongst the blood and bodies and cultivated intrigues.
She slammed a fist down on the table, rattling the glasses set on top. "While we fight between ourselves - within our own family - others seek to take us down one by one, so that they alone remain standing. Not just Montague, not only Capulet, but one of each. They would send us all to our graves to secure their own eternity together! That cannot be allowed to happen."
Once again she found Josietta in the crowd, impeaching her with a glare and a shaking finger. "I see right through your poor disguise, Josi. I have no doubt it is you who has bewitched our Romeo, turning him against his own blood! Beguile's Mistress may not be an innocent - and soon she will pay for her crimes - but at least she serves her once-noble House. You and your lover serve only yourselves!"