"The vassals of the Rozenreff Dukedom are here, Your Grace." Lily could not hide the telltale signs of her disdain for the group of wrinkled people who claimed they had a shot of chances on controlling the new head of the Duchy just because her mistress was a woman.
Through Lily's network of intelligence through the handmaidens, she planted in every noble and aristocratic household, especially those who were not a member of the aristocratic faction, she was able to find out how the other leaders viewed her mistress: a frail woman who knew nothing about the empire's politics despite the fact that she was involved in the civil war.
Still clad in her nightgown, Tori merely placed her teacup down before she stood up. A growing grin started to show on her face. "Hand me my robe. It will be disrespectful to make them wait for me."
