Rowena lowered herself onto the top of the stairs, next to Godric, and for a moment she said nothing, but nod at the words. She’d often dreamed of time turners, even though they were not something she’d heard of in her time. Rowena was a woman who rarely made mistakes, but when she did, they were often catastrophic. She wondered then, for a moment, what she would do if she had one now. She’d go back and stop Helena from becoming so frail. She’d wound the boy before he’d even had the opportunity to say his own name.
“He is not welcome here at all.” Rowena said darkly, and she did not just mean the castle, she meant the entire town, the entire world itself. The world did not have the room to spare on whiney, violent children like him. It was now, festering in on her, that she’d seen all that she hadn’t before. She’d seen him for what he really was, and thought herself foolish for ever trusting him.
“I wish I could take what he takes from me, I wish to end his life, to see it move from his eyes.” She didn’t look at Godric then, she knew that her thoughts were not particularly healthy, and that Edwyn or Helga might think it unhealthy, but she’d like nothing more than the Baron to die