Chapter Hundred-and-Thirty-Two
**Third-Person POV**
Nydia surveyed the room with disgust. She would have to tell George that Irvette was no good to them anymore. She had left the princess at home (they had a house in the underworld) and the princess had done nothing all day but litter the house with bottles and cartons of wine. Nydia had not known Irvette to be a sissy, she had thought the princess had a strong mind. After all, this was not her first rodeo. She knew Irvette had killed her brothers and had abused Regina when she was much younger. So what has changed? The fact that she had killed her mother? What was the big deal anyway? She had killed her own child with her bare hands, so she did not understand Irvette's sentiment.
“Pathetic,” she mumbled as she crossed over the bottles of wine that were scattered on the floor.
“What?” mumbled Irvette, who was drunk out of her mind.
“The twins. Have you fed them today?” questioned Nydia. She doubted Irvette had given them anything to eat; she doubted Irvette had consumed anything herself except for alcohol.
“The twins? Are we killing them too?” Irvette laughed as she said this. Nydia only shook her head at the sorry state sprawled on the floor.
“You know, you have guts. You killed your child. How did you do it? Poison? Father says you smothered the infant with your hands, is that true?” asked Irvette and laughed.
“Shut up,” said Nydia. She had felt nothing for the child. The only reason she had waited to deliver it was because her attempt to end its life during pregnancy had failed. Although, at first, she had wanted to deceive Dagen so he would think the child was his.
Things with Dagen had not worked out like she had planned, so she was left with no choice but to hop into George's camp. George had been trying to recruit her for the longest time, but she had believed that she had a future with Dagen.
Regina.
She had spoiled everything. She hated the woman passionately and Nydia spent all her free time loathing her. The thought of her made her want to explode in anger.
Nydia ignored Irvette and went to the inner room where she tapped the floorboard thrice. The floor in front of her opened up, and she descended the stairs to a room beneath.
She smiled when she found what she was looking for; two pairs of eyes staring viciously at her.
It gave her pleasure that while she could not torture Regina, she could inflict pain on her children. However, it sucked that George had instructed that the children should not be injured. If she had the leeway to do as she pleased with the twins, she would have disfigured them already.
“Let us out of here,” spat Reginald. Nydia smiled; she wondered who the older twin was.
“Say please,” she returned with an evil smile.
“She's a witch, Regi, a wicked one,” said Charlotte.
“Have you any idea how much she sold her soul to the devil?” Regina taunted.
Nydia screamed for them to be quiet but the two of them laughed at her. She hated them too. Somehow, they managed to upset her when they were the ones who should be upset.
“No dinner for the both of you,” she threatened. The twins looked at each other and then turned to look at her before they began laughing like maniacs.
Nydia left the room in anger. She had not derived the usual satisfaction she felt by seeing the twins tied. Could it be because Irvette had mentioned her infant she had killed in cold blood?
When she got on board, she saw Irvette, who appeared a bit sober now.
“I thought you should know; Dagen is coming to the underworld,” Irvette said. She had just received a letter updating her on what was happening.
“Ooh. Does he know about me?” Nydia asked. She would never admit it, but hearing Dagen's name broke her heart a little. She was not sure if she loved him, or if she had ever loved him, but she knew that she wanted him.
“You don't have feelings for him, do you?” asked Irvette. She could see the remnants of emotions in Nydia's eyes.
“Of course not,” Nydia insisted. She had joined this side and there was no going back.
“Good. We have received intelligence that the cold princess is also here. Our next task is to find her and confirm if she is doing as her father instructed or if she has betrayed our cause,” Irvette’s voice had lost its drunken stupor.
“I understand. I'll start looking for the cold princess tomorrow,” said Nydia.
“Actually, Father wants our search to begin tonight. The cold princess is on the move,” returned Irvette.
Nydia fought hard to hide her anger. She was the daughter of a Beta and sister to one; no one gave her orders. She swallowed her anger though, she was doing this for a greater cause.
“So are we leaving now?”
“You leave now. Someone has to stay to watch the twins,” said Irvette, with no regard in her voice for Nydia. Her mother had taught her about hierarchy and, as far as she was concerned, a princess topped the daughter of a Beta any day. Like her mother would say; she was royalty and everyone else was either noble or common.
“What is that supposed to mean?” asked Nydia, unable to keep her anger to herself this time. In Dagen's palace, she had been the mistress; no one gave her orders; she did the ordering.
“You go out and look for the cold princess, how hard can that be?” questioned Irvette as she took a swig from the bottle of wine she held in her hand.
“I do not take orders from you, you drunk,” screamed Nydia, baring her frustration at Irvette.
“You didn't just call me a drunk, did you?”
With a boiling rage, Nydia grabbed the bottle of wine that Irvette held and smashed it against the wall.
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