Not long after Knight Weber left, the door to the study was opened again.
When Colin looked up, he saw Vera, dressed in a beige long dress, softly walking in.
"Colin, are you busy?"
"No, what is it?"
Colin put down his goose feather pen, got up from his desk, embraced his petite wife by her small waist, and gently kissed her soft, moist lips.
Vera held onto her husband's arm, her delicate nostrils quivered a few times, and she asked doubtfully, "Why is there a smell of blood?"
"I just taught a chatterbox a lesson and forgot to have the maid come and clean up."
"Oh." Vera nodded in understanding, showing no concern. She then asked softly, "Are Prince Harrison and Princess Judy doing well at Agate Manor?"
"Very well, the scenery there is beautiful, and they can horse ride. They don't even want to come back to Winterfell City."
"That's good."
Seeing Vera hesitant to speak, Colin asked with a laugh, "Have you heard something?"
