With a new mindset, she stood, shaking off the thoughts in the process. She would not let it bring her down, but she wouldn't also be stupid enough to end up in Azriel's bed as his plaything in between the time before he found the next demon that caught his fancy.
Penelope left the quarters, mind focusing on her new task. She arrived at one of the court yards, a small one just behind one of the guestrooms, and busied herself by sweeping the yellow leaves that had gathered on the ground.
If Penelope had raised her head from her humming, she might have seen Azriel stride in. His steps were quiet, and he paused, admiring her as she worked.
It didn't take her long to turn and notice him there. Azriel didn't miss the visible way she shook from fright and how her hands tightened on the broom.
"Good day, my Lord," Penelope greeted him and continued her task. Azriel was expecting the cold shoulder already, especially since what happened last with Freya.
