[MUSIC RECOMMENDATION: FULL MOON ~ SEORI]
Axilla felt the back of her palm itch seriously. "Who is cursing me out?" She sighed. They had already arrived in Avon, but because of the wedding, the palace had so many guests waiting to be attended to. Cortez had gone to get their room ready, and as she stood on the side waiting for him, the back of her palm kept itching persistently. According to her beliefs, it meant someone was cursing her, and she wondered who it was.
"Are you Lady Axilla?" Axilla's attention was called by a maid who bowed to her politely. So she nodded in response.
"Your room is ready; let me get your things." The maid said, moving behind Axilla, she carried the bags that were there and started walking while Axilla followed the girl behind.
