A few more farfetched theories speculate as to whether this game is a darker, more nefarious plot by the Unseelie King to take advantage of how distracted the demon courts have been of late by the Goddesses Fury and Death of House Vengeance.
With the Seven Circles in peril, might Lennox slip his leash and sneak into the mortal land again?
The Unseelie King’s obsession with mortals is well known, giving credence to this theory. What we know is that two strangers were spotted here in the past week. Both players?
Before this article was submitted to print, the ever-lacking Prince Gluttony was questioned about a guest he’d hosted the previous night, but he refused to comment or confirm any part in the game. This same guest was seen heading toward Bloodwood Forest in the predawn hours.
He hasn’t been seen since.
Some have posited that the unidentified male was heading there to find the Crone who’s believed to frequent the magical forest. When asked directly, Gluttony remained mum, hinting only that it was likely a lover sneaking out after overindulging in sin.
That the prince would attempt to play coy and fail spectacularly is unsurprising. Gluttony is the least clever of his brothers.
Multiple witnesses have spoken in anonymity about a certain white-haired solitary Fae who’s been seen lingering near the woods in different circles. Should this prove to be true, it begs the question why. Is Lennox spying on his players or is there another mystery in need of solving? Or perhaps this Fae is hunting his true love.
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Lastly, it has been noted that the usually boastful House Envy has gone silent. It leads one to believe the stakes might be higher than the prince may admit. Why else would Envy lock his circle down at the same time as the game’s rumored start? Others are wondering why he hasn’t been seen taking flight in the wake of the curse’s end. Where are his wings? And could the two be related?
Envy crumpled the paper in his fist. “Tell me you’re not believing gossips now.”
“Is it true?” Sloth asked, watching as Envy tossed the paper into the fireplace. “Did you lock your circle down?”
“Would it matter if I did?”
Sloth was silent for a long moment. They stood, watching the flames devour the page, each lost in their own thoughts.
“Summon your wings,” Sloth said, finally, lifting his icy gaze to Envy’s face.
“Shall I roll over or fetch next?”
“Levi—”
“Where are your wings, brother?” Envy shot back. “I don’t recall seeing them recently. Should I write in to the paper? Give them something else to speculate over?”
Envy needed this line of questioning to cease at once.
Who gave the reporter her cursed information? One fact Envy had gleaned was that there were at least two players who had also made it to this realm. Gods damn it all.
Hopefully they were the only other players left.
“She could be Fae,” Sloth said casually, changing the subject so abruptly Envy almost missed who he meant. “Seelie Court, perhaps. Maybe even half Fae.”
“Camilla isn’t Fae.” Envy gave him a hard look. “Shifters also resist most influence and have talents. And they appear human for the most part. She sometimes…”
“She sometimes,” Sloth prompted, goading.
“She sometimes has their temperament,” Envy said.
Sloth didn’t press the issue. It was as plausible as his guess. If anything, Camilla’s being a shifter made the most sense.
Envy just wasn’t sure. He didn’t get wolf, but there were other rare shifters that weren’t pack creatures.
It would explain why her mother had left, at least. That innate need to roam, to keep moving. Most shifters who weren’t pack creatures found living in one place extremely difficult. It also lined up with when her mother left. Camilla had just come into adulthood, no longer requiring her mother’s guidance. If only the gods-damned woman could be found.
“Of course, if you simply do not wish to sleep with her, there are other ways of obtaining that information,” Sloth said. “I have taken the liberty to set something up, in the event you weren’t amenable. Technically, one only needs to see her nude form to look for any suspicious marks.”
“What have—”
“Oh!” Camilla burst into the room, then stopped short, her smile faltering as she took in the princes. “I didn’t expect you to be here. Is this… should I come back?”
Envy had taken his dagger out before he realized it. Clearly, his need to protect was heightened.
Envy stepped away from Sloth but didn’t put his weapon away.
“Is everything all right, Miss Antonius?”
Camilla bit her lower lip, the move signaling her hesitation. A flash of when she’d done that same thing in bed crossed his mind.
“I was hoping to find Lo here, actually.”
Sloth shot Envy a smug look over Camilla’s head.
“Why, exactly, were you hoping to find him in your bedchamber?” Envy asked, sharply.
Camilla’s expression darkened.
“Do not take that tone with me.” She glared at him for another moment, driving home the point that she was not his to be ordered around, then looked at Sloth. “Perhaps we should postpone my visit to the steam room. I find the idea of relaxing impossible now.”
“I’m sure my brother doesn’t truly mind. Do you?” Sloth asked, the picture of gods-damned innocence.
Envy was too riled up to respond right away.
This was what his cursed brother had meant about setting something up. Bringing her to his steam room? Envy had to mentally restrain himself from throttling his brother.
Sloth crossed his arms over his chest, his obnoxious smile growing as Envy’s sin chilled the room. The conniving sadist. His brother had played a dirty game, but Envy needed to leash his sin, lest he be thrown out of this circle. Again.
“Shall we?” Sloth asked, offering Camilla his arm, ever the perfect gentleman. “Unless you’d prefer some time alone with Miss Antonius, brother? Remind me… was there something important you wanted to ask her? Maybe you should escort her to the steam room in my place. You are looking like you could do with a bit of the treatment.”
Envy was sure he did look that way, thanks to his vicious brother.
Camilla did not make this easy on him. She raised a brow, waiting to see what his next move would be.
Envy positively loathed their teaming up.
“Get the fuck out, Sloth.”
His brother flashed him another victorious look before slowly swiveling to Camilla. “Alas, my brother is feeling testy. I’ll send some refreshments up. You’ll need them.”
“Thank you.” Camilla smiled warmly. “That will be lovely. Another time?”
A beat after Sloth left, an enthusiastic knock sounded at the door. Envy attempted to pull himself together, adopt his mask of indolence.
He drew in a deep breath and opened the door. Sloth had indeed played filthy yet again. The demon standing with a tray of refreshments was classically handsome and far too intrigued with Camilla as he craned his neck into the room, smiling brilliantly at her.
He gave her an appreciative look as he held up a robe.
His arousal hit Envy like a hammer.