"There's still a bit of paperwork and official stuff to go through, but basically from now on the Galamroze family will be officially recognized as a branch of the Banemor family."
In the royal castle, in the chambers usually delegated to foreign consuls, Zoemi was standing behind timid Aedlier, talking while brushing her amaranth hair as the girl was sitting by the vanity table.
One part of the table was delegated solely to desserts stacked on fancy multi-level trays and was more intimidating than anything to the cautious girl while the other had various cosmetics lined up neatly.
The young girl was freshly out of the bath and was wearing a bathrobe so fluffy that the only comparison she could come up with was the clouds in the sky outside the window to her right.
