Zelda was going to strangle Ari. And soon, too.

She'd been having a perfectly pleasant passover - other than Dionisia's too-round pregnant stomach, which was suspicious as anything - until Alfred stepped in. Well aware that she could not say or do anything in front of her entire family, Zelda's expression had remained entirely impassive. That in itself could have been a sign of how much she cared about this - Zelda was an extremely expressive person - and she just stared, wide-eyed. Why was he here? He could have said something to her!

The only expressive shift: an eyebrow twitch at Ari with the open door. This was his fault. She was sure of it. And she was going to strangle him. Her murderous - (murder, Zelda was sure, was not Passover-approved) - thoughts dissipated as soon as Alfred spoke. Actually, all of her thoughts evaporated. She had never anticipated Alfred asking to court her - and now he was here in front of her entire family, and she should intervene, but everything in her mind was - blank. She couldn't do this. She stared, eyes flicking between Brannon and Alfred, her cheeks distinctly pink.

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