Softly smiling servants cleared the last of the dishes from a recently finished breakfast. Ondua settled more comfortably in the chair within the dining hall. His thoughts were still on the sight of his daughter… and so were the pleased servants. They finally felt like things had returned to normal.
While the girl had spent her last days outside the house, the mornings and evenings had been particularly somber considering that a wedding had just occurred! Congratulatory remarks had been met with despondent murmurs and getting close to the young miss of the house made them feel almost lethargic.
"Our daughter seemed in better temper when she passed through earlier."
The morning sunlight filtering through the tall windows highlighted the steam rising from his fresh cup of tea. The Talcres blew and sipped on theirs calmly while Yatrel's fingers traced the edge of the letter that her eldest had left.
