Instead of answering directly, her guest asked her a question. Knowing it would likely lead up to advice, or some point, Iona followed the woman’s lead. For a moment she considered the difference between curses and blessings, hoping to find common ground. Curses were meant to harm, typically, while blessings were meant to help. Both were very powerful magic and have been known to break even natural laws to ensure its success. Yet, Iona felt none of those were what her guest was wanting to hear. There must be something deeper that she wasn’t aware of. When her time seemed to be up, her guest spoke and revealed the answer. Iona blinked curiously. Contracts was one thing she never would have guessed. She leaned forward slightly like a child prepared to listen intently to a long story.
The woman explained the contract that makes up a blessing and a curse. It was all entirely new information to her, despite the fact she was a witch who was capable of casting curses of her own. But, she’d never done it. It was interesting to learn about curses, and she was relieved to hear that there might be a loophole to hers. Her eyes gleamed with the first flicker of hope she had in many lifetimes. Long ago she’d given up on hoping things would change. She believed she should face the facts, and realize that she would never be free. But, perhaps if she hadn’t become so fearful of being close to others, she could have sought out an expert and had the curse broken long ago. Couldn’t she have?
When her guest admitted who she believed was truly at fault for what happened, Iona was slightly surprised. Not to hear that she was to blame; she already knew it to be true. But that she also blamed her friend and her lover. She’d always thought that it was her own actions that set everything in motion. She’d known how her friend became insecure around her, it’s why she stayed when they were allowed to attend the royal party. And when she’d met the man courting her, she should’ve turned a cold shoulder. She’d seen what was coming by the way he looked at her; she knew it wouldn’t end well. If she had avoided him and told her friend what kind of guy he really was, all of it could’ve been avoided. But, she supposed that was unfair to think. It was like blaming herself for being raped because she walked down the wrong street. She was no more at fault than her lover because he chose to be unfaithful. And her friend… As much as it pained her to admit, her friend could have handled it better herself.
Iona stared down at her tea and slumped back in her seat, looking defeated. As if the truth had winded her. When she was done voicing her opinions, the sound of her going through her belongings made Iona lift her gaze with interest. Her guest wrote down three words. Iona quirked a pale brow. And the moment she realized it was another explanation about curses—grudge-based, apparently, she set her tea aside and scooted forward in her chair so she could see better. Her eyes were large and bright, silent excitement for learning about magic.
She watched as all the arrows were drawn, listening intently to how things had truly happened. It was like a whole new door was opened to her, for she’d always viewed the situation through more simple eyes. She’d betrayed her friend, and she sought revenge…it was as simple as that. Or so she thought. Once again, it was a reminder of just how little she knew. Finally, when she asked if she was right, Iona took a minute to consider it. Something seemed to be out of place, though. Yet, she couldn’t tell what. The curse echoed in her mind. “‘I curse you. Deceitful demon, venomous viper who speaks nothing but lies, I curse you. Suffer until your dying day, suffer in all lives beyond. Lose all that you love most, and you shall know my pain. Conniving little Witch, I curse you for all eternity…” She lifted her gaze to meet her guest’s. “I don’t recall her saying those words, but they repeat themselves over and over in my head. Could it be important concerning your theory?”