"Wife?" Merci lit up like a Christmas tree, the corners of her mouth pulled taut into a deceptively charming smile. There was disdain there of course, disdain and scorn for the lowly house Bremmington. Her brother seemed to have a fondness for the second-rate nobles, something she never fully understood but entertained anyway. The people he brought back to them were always oh so amusing. "You shouldn't let it get to their heads, dear brother. She might begin to think you're fond of her." Little kitten with her claws bared for the kill. Merci had always admired Engel's ruthlessness and it showed greatly in the way she carried herself, of the siblings, it seemed the Loell was the most mild.<br/><br/>Engel continued his assessment of his new plaything and Merci continued to smile her sickeningly-sweet smile. "Hm, is that so." She scrunched her nose almost childishly when he brought up his roll in the hay with the Bremmington girl. "Too much information, dear brother. But really, I don't see what you see in her. There are plenty of girls from the Helmsworth house who fancy you, don't you know? Just yesterday, I heard Maya and Angelique blabbering on and on about what a catch you are. Seems like some of their cousins are into you as well." She gave him a teasing smile. "All the sugar almost made me sick." Of course, Engel probably knew she was ribbing him.<br/><br/>Merci obliged when Engel moved her away from the Bremmington ruffian, but didn't see a reason to be scared in the slightest. The girl looked like a husk really, what with her slouched shoulders and meek demeanor. She was far from the picture of icy strength and cold terror. "The garden? How romantic. Was it your first date together? I'm sure you enjoyed yourselves amongst the flowers." Merci had a strong picture of what might have happened, not about the assassination, but she was assuming the Bremmington had waltzed in to accuse them or confront them like they were won't to do. How the girl ended up entangled with her brother wasn't exactly something she wanted to hear.  "You better not keep her for too long. Mother dearest will want to rid our house of Bremmington filth soon enough."<br/><br/>As the siblings went back and forth, dragging her house's name through the dirt and insulting her modesty, Lyra hung her head low. Violent thoughts were already coursing through her mind because<i>how dare him</i>. How dare he mock her when she had been unwilling. He'd taken her against her will and she had done everything in her power to try and stop her. She clenched her hands into fists on the table, not realizing they were shaking with rage and indignation. Merely thinking of the vile union that had happened in the bath house left her mouth bitter. She remembered everything, each vivid from her crimson lifeblood coating his rigidity to the searing-tearing feeling of him inside her. He'd healed her maidenhead too, meaning that if he had the chance, he'd be able to ruin her and make it as painful as the previous time.<br/><br/>She needed to leave before he had another opportunity.<br/><br/>"She's awfully quiet brother, are you sure you didn't bring in a mute? Or perhaps she's just a coward?"<br/><br/>And that brat, she was almost as bad as him with her scathing words and haughty glances. She hadn't noticed it until then, but the Geslack snake seemed fond of the little Geslack witch, protective even. People always said the brother-sister pair were tight knit, and she saw it herself, the admiration Merci seemed to have in her eyes. Perhaps she could use this to her advantage. Lyra wrapped her fingers around the glass cup in front of her. Screw the pretend and the pretentious Geslack dinner. If she was going to die, she would do so fighting like an honorable Bremmington ought to do. In a swift motion, Lyra yanked the glass off the table and threw it at Merci.<br/><br/>The young girl let out a yelp and shielded herself when the glass hit the ground and shattered. She wasn't hurt, merely shocked.<br/><br/>Had Engel been distracted by the breaking glass and his sister's yelp, Lyra would have taken the opportunity to pull out the letter opener from within her dress. She would then take it out and attempt to stab him in the hand in hopes of distracting him and keeping him pinned to the table. Then she would make a run for the front door.