"My imperial consort, the meeting's starting in five minutes." A maid walked in and bowed to consort Saint who is now sitting on a couch and elegantly sipping wine. A person wouldn't think she was the devastated looking woman a few minutes ago.
"Ok," she answered and dropped her weird looking glass on the table before she got up, arranged her outer robe and walked towards the door.
In a garden with the fresh smell of different flowers both known and unknown, guards could be seen patrolling the garden while maids busied themselves with serving the sophisticated women sitting in the garden with different scent of perfumes mixed with hatred and jealousy wafting into everyone's senses.
Multi coloured dresses that beautified the atmosphere were worn with delicate make-up and nicely done hair, but if only their eyes and tongues weren't speaking like an acursed devil, the picture would have been a sight to behold.
