In the underworld, Narilia turned to her handmaiden when the latter entered her room.
"Do you need anything?" She asked, shutting the book she was reading while leaving her finger between the pages to easily find them later.
"The King asked for your presence." Answered the handmaiden, making Narilia sigh sadly. The last thing she wanted was to have an idle chat with Ulke. Nevertheless, she put a bookmark on the page where she had left off and followed her handmaiden to the garden of human realm ghosts where Ulke was waiting for her.
"You called for me." She spoke to the demon who had his back to her as he watched the river that flowed through the garden.
"Today marks eight hundred and one years since Catalyah died." He acknowledged her presence without turning to face her.
She frowned uncomfortably at the topic he had just brought up. "I'm aware. Painfully so."
