Challenge was not the word that Liliana would use for how she dealt with her annoyance of a brother. If Liliana Emily Selwyn wanted to truly challenge someone, they would certainly know it for what it was.
As far as Liliana was concerned, she was father's little princess, and this was her castle. Having always seen herself as his favorite, the man certainly never made a move to suggest otherwise as far as Liliana was concerned. Whomever her birth mother was as a person, Liliana was the apple in their father's eyes. And she expected to marry the finest before her demon-child brother became the head of house. Being a governess was certainly not in the cards.
"Not near my room. I put a hex on the door the minute I came back from Hogwarts, so don't even try snooping." She wasn't going to bother telling him what the hex was, but it would be quite amusing if he did set it off. Not that a proper gentleman should ever go into a lady's room anyway, though Cad was less gentleman and more rabid dog.
Scoffing at the vile from his mouth, she scrunched her nose. "This was made by Marcus Lytton himself. Not that I expect a boy to understand society fashion at it's finest." She snarled. Deep breath, relax the face, no need to cause premature wrinkles.
As far as Liliana was concerned, she was father's little princess, and this was her castle. Having always seen herself as his favorite, the man certainly never made a move to suggest otherwise as far as Liliana was concerned. Whomever her birth mother was as a person, Liliana was the apple in their father's eyes. And she expected to marry the finest before her demon-child brother became the head of house. Being a governess was certainly not in the cards.
"Not near my room. I put a hex on the door the minute I came back from Hogwarts, so don't even try snooping." She wasn't going to bother telling him what the hex was, but it would be quite amusing if he did set it off. Not that a proper gentleman should ever go into a lady's room anyway, though Cad was less gentleman and more rabid dog.
Scoffing at the vile from his mouth, she scrunched her nose. "This was made by Marcus Lytton himself. Not that I expect a boy to understand society fashion at it's finest." She snarled. Deep breath, relax the face, no need to cause premature wrinkles.
