“That’s one way of putting it,” replies the Countess. She walks over to the tall, expansive window behind your couch, which gave a sweeping view of the other houses in her affluent area, the road sloping down toward the village plaza, and the docks beyond and the fjord. She glances at you. “But tonight isn’t about Anna. It’s about you and me.”
There’s a comfortable silence as you and the Countess deliberate what to say to each other. The atmosphere is not so much awkward as it’s pregnant with mutual fascination.
“I’m tired, but you’re still here. What shall I do with you?” demands Vi suddenly.
The Arendelle Guardian 