Obedience meant safety. And safety was valuable under the hand of someone that held control over the way your life would turn out. She wasn't always obedient, nobody was. The difference laid in the simple fact, that their 'mother' preferred her over the other children, a fascination with the curse running through the young girls hand.

Peruere had learned quickly to find the balance between obedience and disobedience, her consequences would never be as sharp as some others. She also knew obedience was for the better, if it came to keeping up the social status outside of the house of hearth. Crucabena wouldn't just let the world know what actually happened behind closed doors after all, she was too smart for trying. So instead of hiding it away, she had built a connection to fontaines higher ups, the ones in charge of the nation.

Sitting through endless talks of adults at just sixteen, having to pretend she cared about anything the adults said while knowing the woman was lying through her teeth wasn't pleasant. At all. Especially not with you in the room. The other girl having to attend, sitting there so calm and collected.

Peruere held a dislike against you ever since stepping into the room. Just as young as herself, yet so priviliged. Not having to fight for your daily survival, having to see your siblings die because they were too weak. You wouldn't have known how to fend for yourself without breaking. It wasn't a dislike against you as a person, just the unfairness of you living so easily while she couldn't.

She was snapped out of it when Crucabena asked, no requested, of her to go and get some more tea from the kitchen. Of course. Obedience. Good children had to seem obedient, in her eyes. She would've wanted to glare, tell her no, but it'd have caused a scene. She knew better. So she simply silently got up from the chair she had been sitting on.

"Yes, mother.."