Seeds of Discord

Rosalind thought, exasperated. 'Unbelievable. Benedict just dumped this whole mess in my lap. I'm honestly speechless."

Rosalind let out a bitter laugh, her eyes glinting with sharp mockery. "So now, whenever those two fight, it's somehow my fault? What next, Lord Benedict, are you going to blame the bridge collapse on me too, since I'm apparently such a jinx?"

Rosalind didn't bother to save Bened