It was a fresh morning of spring when the winds carried hints of winter and a taste of summer. The gentle sunlight streamed through the large glass windows and kissed the crystal chandeliers while embracing the grand hall in its warmth.
Azrael was having his breakfast while his butler informed him about the schedule for the next few days. He paused when he realized that his master's eyes were distant.
"Is there something wrong, Young Master?" the old butler asked.
There was a chuckle as Azrael sighed and placed his knife down. He wondered if Anna's wounds were healed. A day had passed but that injury appeared so fresh and raw.
A demon would never take that long to get healed.
"Humans are so delicate," he said, "don't you think?"
"Indeed they are."
The butler, who himself was a human, replied with a knowing small smile. He had served his master for many decades, and thus he was one of the few trusted people who were made aware of the human soon-to-be duchess.
