Tuesday morning came all too quickly for them both. They were both groggy and still a little disoriented from the previous day's events. Reluctantly, Rowena allowed her maids to come in to dress her. Daimon per usual dressed in his own private chamber. He did not need help.
They ate their breakfast in silence, but this time it was due to them not knowing what to say to each other. Daimon avoided eye contact and ate quickly. Rowena didn't press him.
Truth be told, Daimon did not have to bother with any tasks related to the Empire just yet. But he was deeply troubled by the assassination attempt. It was such an unusual method. And a bold one as well. Plus, it seemed rather foolish in that there was no guarantee that the intended victim(s) would be the one(s) to open the package or that the snakes would be alive when they did so. It seemed a rather elaborate attempt with little chance of success.
