In Vincent's study, which wasn't far from the guest rooms, Marzea sat across the table. Vincent sat in his own seat leisurely, with his legs crossed on the table. Marzea scoffed at his manners. Someone who wasn't raised in the castle was bound to show such mannerism. "I would like to do something for Lady Prudence to make up for my past rudeness," Lady Marzea spoke in a casual tone making it appear genuine, "I have known about her interests in horse riding and there is this women's nationals coming up-"
"So you want to help her register?" Vincent asked as his eyes fixated on the crystal globe he held in his hand.
Lady Marzea stared at the crystal twirling between his fingers. "Yes," she said, trying to ignore that fact that there was barely any respect he showed towards her, "If you would like for that to happen, of course. That was the reason I had extended my stay."
