It has been a week since they buried Terzo's body in the ground. The seedling has been taken care of by Draco's gardener to grow.
All that time, Rosina started exploring the residence to kill time since the urge to kill and to have sex had been suppressed. Draco had returned to the Palace for the work he needed.
"I'm alone again in this massive house," Rosina muttered as she slammed her head against the wall. Fina and Sal were also busy doing laundry of her clothes.
"What should I do to entertain myself?" Rosina groaned and thought of m@sturbating for the whole day, but when she was about to touch herself, she heard approaching footsteps. She fixed herself and acted as if she was looking at the paintings attached to the wall.
"Lady Rosina, good afternoon," Ferro stated when he saw her standing on the side. He stood in front of her before bowing in respect.
"Sir Ferro, good afternoon to you too," Rosina greeted with a soft smile.
