[Samael Ashwood's POV]
I was waiting for the girl whom my rascal father had to marry me. The idea of a political marriage had always been something she feared, an almost certain doom that hung over every noble's head. And now the shadow of Lady Eveline Clearwater's visit.And then, while I was standing there wondering what to do the noise of wheels on gravel from a carriage outside. I composed myself, sitting up and drawing in a breath of air to fill my lungs. This was it. The door was pushed open and Lady Eveline Clearwater swept into the room, all confidence air. Some servitors walked with her, expressions that mixed arrogance and contempt barely concealed behind their eyes.
As I was going to say something-
"Before entering my house, Keep your trash outside!" A familiar resounded from the dept of the estate.
