In the Chevalier Palace, Ivan watched with keen eyes as his little lamb gracefully made his bed that morning, his expression a mélange of amazement and suspicion. Sitting quietly in his private corner where his chaise lounge was situated, he poured himself a goblet of his usual morning blood wine, but his crimson eyes never looked away from the golden-blonde-haired woman as she meticulously made his bed.
Taking a sip from his crystal goblet that now tasted boring against his taste buds, his eyes followed the little lamb as she made her way to his window, and when she carefully pushed it open, the sight of whiskers entering his room made him shift gaze. With a piece of parchment stained with blood on whiskers mouth, she scurried toward where Ivan sat, elegantly jumping on the chaise lounge and resting on his lap whilst Ivan carefully took the piece of parchment from the cat's mouth.
"And what do we have here?"
