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-She laughed, warmly, a smile spreading across her face as Lady Macduff elbowed her husband out of his absentmindedness, shooing him towards Lennox who’d been trying to uphold a conversation for the past course-and-a-half.
She leant back, surveying the table as best she could from her seat between Fleance & Malcolm. The younger boy had practically begged her to sit next to him, hanging on her arm and whining dramatically the moment she’d shown Duncan his seat. Little Fleance was raised well under Banquo’s eye, but still lacked the loving discipline of a mother.
So in lieu, he attached himself to her side as a barnacle does to its resting rock; and who was she to refuse him. It was a dinner among friends, and she only had one thing to worry about.
No.
She casted her gaze to the foot of the table, where a seat lay empty. She had two things to worry about, and one of them was hurting just as much as she was.