The talk between the mother and son went on for some time, Azrail enjoying the small talks between the two, a small type of tradition where they just enjoyed talking with each other, sounding out ideas against each other. After the small talk, Azrail left, leaving his mother to deal with her own stuff.
As he walked through the palace, the sound of his steps resounded in the halls, the eyes of the servants always focusing on him as he kept walking around, his charm still stunning even though he was holding it in check. Soon, Azrail reached a door, knocking on it. A certain silence fell before a voice spoke out.
"Enter."
With that, Azrail opened the door, entering in as his eyes met Raena seated on a sofa, her eyes looking glazed with light blushes on her cheeks as she drank from the alcohol in her hands. Her eyes met his as the two of them faced each other.
"Oh~ what does my son-in-law want now?"
