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The rumors had been true.
Serafina was a no-good, dog killing murderer. She had done it all in good faith of course, if Gidean hadn't died than Rowena would have more puppets, and if Braeden was at his lowest point than she could get him closer to his side by pulling him up. After a long fight with the two evil forces she thought they had won, her secret gone with the person who carried it, but as they finally got back to the house, all hell broke loose.
Papers scattered everywhere from the journal she and Rowena had shared, planning, plotting, Serafina hadn't mean to do it, it was just to get Rowena on her side until she could kill that backstabbing bitch. She Braeden had practically planned it all, she would pretend to like Rowena, but in reality she was just gathering details on how they could finally take her down.
And unfortunately, killing his dog and framing it as something Rowena did was part of it.
She just didn't tell him that. The original plan was to make it seem like Rowena was framing her for it, it was ridiculous, so she could slowly turn Braeden over to her side.
Braeden was, understandingly pissed off, but she thought he was being a bit over dramatic.
"I cannot believe you!", he screamed, storming out of the house with Serafina chasing behind, the papers detailing the kill stuffed in his hand.
"Braeden I'm sorry-", she snapped back, but before she could finish he let out a frustrated scream and whipped around towards her.
"NO!!! YOU WANNA KNOW WHAT PEOPLE SAY ABOUT YOU?! THEY SAY YOU'RE A HOMELESS FOREST FREAK WHOS A LESS HOT VERSION OF ME! YOU KILLED MY DOG, BUT STILL ACT LIKE A BITCH, NOBODY LIKES YOU BECAUSE YOU'RE STUCK UP AND WEIRD-", he took a breath, his face a bright red, "YOU PROBABLY HAVE SOME WEIRD KINK ABOUT THIS SHIT, YOU PROBABLY GET OFF TO WHAT YOU DID AT NIGHT-"
Serafina gulped, then looked down to the side in guilt. For a split second she could almost see a police carriage speeding down the road, called almost instantly to investigate the mysterious death of a guest and the possible murder of a dog, but she didn't mention it to Braeden. He wouldn't listen anyway, he was screaming so loud her eardrums felt like they were about to burst open and bleed.
"So you can take that fake apology, and shove it RIGHT UP YOUR HAIRY AS-"
In that moment, Braeden made the worst mistake of his life. In anger, he stormed into the street, not noticing the horses and driver barreling at him.
The impact was quick, but momentous.
Horses neighed. Wood splintered. And Braeden Vanderbilt went flying.
Serafina winced as she watched him bounce down the road like a ragdoll, before going unfazed back inside. The upper world, she deduced, seemed to have lots of drama going on. She preffered staying downstairs with her Pa, she'd probably be forced to, as she watched his frantic family members surround his limp body, and she hurried even quicker inside.