Chapter Hundred-And-Seventy-Seven
**3rd Person POV**
Alison was frightened. The words of her sister were strange and unsettling. Why would she want to end her life? Then Irvette mentioned something even more upsetting, “I can't believe he made me do it. He made me do it.” Irvette would not stop mumbling that. She kept saying it over and over that it troubled Alison so much but no matter how much she tried to get her sister to tell her what she meant by that, she said nothing.
Alison had no choice but to call a physician who ruled that Irvette had a fever that was so high it had begun to break down her cognitive function.
“You said all she needed was rest,” shouted Alison. She could not believe the physicians had missed her fever earlier.
“Give her something… make it go away,” said Alison. Irvette was scaring her the way she was. Her eyes were open but unfocused. It was like Irvette was seeing a ghost and her skin was pale as sheets. Alison also felt slightly guilty for her sister's current state. Perhaps she should not have mentioned George right after Irvette had been on such a tiresome trip.
The physicians tried everything to make Irvette fall asleep but nothing seemed to be working until natural exhaustion took over her body. Alison sighed in relief when Irvette finally shut her eyes in sleep. However, she panicked a second after when she realised her sister might be closing her eyes in eternal rest. A quick check on Irvette's pulse put her mind to rest.
She sat by her sister's side all night. She was grateful Irene was on a little trip and was not here to witness their sister's mental breakdown. Alison fell asleep much later by her sister's side and when she woke up the next morning she was pleased to see that her sister was still resting and breathing; her fever was also down. As she prepared to leave the room to inform the court that their Queen would be indisposed today, she saw a crumpled-up paper on the floor.
The contents of the paper left her terrified.
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When Irvette woke up hours later, Alison was by her side. She could sense at once that something was wrong because her sister was not smiling at her. She could not read the emotion on her sister's face but she knew it was not good for her.
“What happened?” Irvette decided to break the ice since her sister could not be bothered to ask her if she was alright or tell her that Harlin was doing okay.
“Harlin… Harlin…. is he okay?” questioned Irvette, slightly panicked.
“Are you worried George found a way to steal him away because you lied to him about the twins?” demanded Alison. Her voice was a mixture of rage and disappointment that Irvette expected.
“I'm not going to fight this, okay? Just please let me see my son before they take me away for execution,” returned Irvette. There was no fight in her voice; she spoke like someone who was defeated.
“You really think I would turn you in?” there was only unbelief in Alison's tone now.
“I did not think I was going to come back alive, Alison. I am a horrible person and I deserve to be punished,” said Irvette. She had written several notes explaining in a few words what was going on. She had thought about it hard and the only way to give the entire werewolf race a chance at the pending war was if there was no one for George to threaten.
“Exactly! And the way you get your punishment is to remain alive and undo what you did.”
“By taking responsibility, Alison. Harlin does not deserve a mother like me, he deserves better. You can do better for him, please,” returned Irvette. She was already out of her depths. She had thought of all the ways things could spiral from here on and if she remained in the picture, it would be bad for the world.
“What do you know about taking responsibility?” screamed Alison.
“I gave Mother the poison. No matter how I think about it, there is no justifying what I did. Do you know the worst part? I thought I was doing the right thing. I believed in George's cause,” there were tears in Irvette's eyes. They were tears of regret and not to draw pity from her sister.
“We've lost our entire family; I don't even remember our father, Reuben. I don't remember him.”
“Alison…”
“I burnt them all. All those papers… I burnt them all. No one is going to find out about George. We will come up with a plan…”
“I'm done, Alison. I can't do this anymore. The nightmares, the terror of waiting for news that something has happened to Harlin… I'm done hiding,” returned Irvette.
“You don't get to be done, Ivy. You don't get to be done,” there were tears streaming down Alison's cheek now.
“You'll make a great Queen, the people will love you,” said Irvette.
“No, no, no.”
“Promise me you'll look after Harlin like he's your own.”
“Are you listening to me at all? I said no,” screamed Alison.
“Queen Emily will find the letters I left for her in her study; Elder Thaddeus should be receiving my letter any moment from now. I admit I'm a coward. I was hoping George would kill me and he didn't so now I must face the consequences of my actions,” returned Irvette to her sister who was devastated.
“Father loved us very much. You may not remember him but he was a kind man. Do you know he had no ambition for the throne? He was the firstborn but he made Rowan the crown prince instead. I remember mother being upset about it at the time. He was a very good man. I failed him, please do not fail him,” continued Irvette as she hugged her sobbing sister.
“That's why you sent Irene away, isn't it?” asked Alison between sobs.
“Take care of her for me, okay?”
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