As Mira and Lira approached the dining room, the quiet between them was thick with tension.
They walked side by side, their expressions calm but their hearts racing from the earlier argument that lingered unspoken.
The grandeur of Everhart Manor surrounded them—polished wooden floors gleamed under the morning light, while intricate tapestries lined the hallways.
Yet neither sister paid much attention, their focus squarely on the task ahead.
When they reached the heavy double doors of the dining hall, the soft murmur of voices filtered through, signaling the start of a more diplomatic part of their visit.
Mira could feel the weight of the moment. This was no time for personal matters to cloud her mind—she had a family's reputation to uphold, as did her sister.
They exchanged a brief glance, and without another word, the doors were opened by two maids waiting silently at either side.
The grand doors were opened by two maids standing by, and the sisters stepped inside.
The long, elegantly set table in the center of the room caught their attention first, but it was the people seated around it who commanded the atmosphere.
At the head of the table sat Adrian Everhart, the young lord and the one at the heart of the looming agreement.
His piercing gaze swept over the room as the sisters entered, standing up as a gesture of respect, his family following suit.
"Lady Mira, Lady Lira," Adrian greeted with a formal nod, his voice strong but measured. "It's a pleasure to have you both here this morning. Allow me to introduce my family."
Mira's sharp gaze swept over the gathered individuals as Adrian gestured to each in turn.
She felt her heart race a little as she took in the array of beautiful women seated around the table, each one striking in their own right.
"This is my mother, Isabella," Adrian began, motioning to the stately woman with platinum blonde hair and a serene expression who smiled gently at them.
"My sister, Sophia," he continued, and Mira's breath caught slightly as her eyes locked onto the striking woman.
Sophia was nothing short of mesmerizing. With her platinum blonde hair and crimson eyes, she exuded a strength and elegance that instantly captivated Mira.
Her mind raced, already imagining scenarios far less formal than breakfast in a noble dining hall. For a fleeting moment, she imagined Sophia beneath her, vulnerable and pliant.
"And this," Adrian continued, breaking Mira's reverie, "is Chris, my former personal maid. "She has been by my side for a long time."
A striking beauty in her own right, Chris was quite nervous being introduced as part of Adrian's family, so she could only muster a flustered nod.
"Eve, daughter of Baron Mortimer," he said, motioning to the woman sitting next to Chris, her dark eyes observant.
"Lady Rosalyn, mother of Eve, former wife of Baron Mortimer. She is the reason lady Lira was able to escape from Mortimer's prison as we caused the riot for her sake. "
Adrian introduced the woman seated next, who had a poised elegance and eyes filled with warmth.
"And finally, she is my aunt, former royal mage, I think you already know her," Adrian concluded as he introduced Seraphina.
Mira felt her throat tighten. She could scarcely believe her luck. She had never seen such a stunning collection of women gathered in one place.
It was, in a sense, paradise for someone with her particular tastes of enjoying woman rather than man.
Her gaze lingered a little too long on Sophia, and she had to tear her eyes away before it became noticeable.
But it was too late.
Adrian, ever perceptive towards any gaze towards his women, noticed the subtle shift in Mira's expression and the slight tension in her posture.
His brow furrowed for a split second, but then he dismissed the thought.
He had other matters on his mind, after all, and Mira's interest in his sister was hardly something to worry about at the moment.
Mira gave a polite nod and introduced herself. "It's a pleasure to meet all of you. I am Mira Blackthorn, the current Countess and head of the Blackthorn family, here to represent the interests of my family."
Lira, having met the Everhart family before, needed no introduction. She offered a measured nod, her voice formal but kind. "It has been a long time, Lady Isabella, Lady Sophia. I hope you've both been well."
Sophia smiled gently at Lira, her eyes flickering with recognition. "Indeed, Lady Lira. It's good to see you again."
Isabella gave a gracious nod, her tone warm. "We are glad to have you both here. Please, join us for breakfast."
The moment passed, and soon everyone took their seats. Mira made sure to position herself close to Sophia, her mind already calculating how best to approach the woman.
She had completely forgotten the tension earlier with her sister, as she felt she had found herself in a paradise, full of beautiful woman.
Breakfast began, servants moving efficiently around the table, placing dishes of fine delicacies in front of them.
The soft clinking of silverware and light conversation filled the room, but Mira's focus remained fixed on the crimson eyed beauty beside her.
"You look especially radiant this morning, Lady Sophia," Mira said smoothly, her voice just a touch softer than necessary. "It's hard not to be taken in by your beauty."
Sophia glanced at her, raising a brow but smiling politely. "Thank you, Lady Mira. You're too kind."
Though she appreciated the compliment, it was clear from her tone that Sophia's attention was elsewhere.
Her eyes lingered on Adrian as he spoke with their mother and aunt, and Mira could feel the distance between them.
Sophia had eyes for only one person at this table, and it wasn't her.
Undeterred, Mira tried to engage her again, making subtle comments and flirting in a manner she hoped was charming, but Sophia remained cool, her responses polite but indifferent.
Mira could sense the wall between them. It was their first interaction and she knew it would be hard. But it's not like she had not done this before.
She had made moves on few noble ladies, while she was negotiating, they all started the same, distant but at the end what was the result?
They ended up on all fours crawling beneath her, licking and savoring her. This thought alone caused a tingling sensation on her pussy and she could not help but bring her legs closer.
For now, she settled into the meal, her mind working, already planning her next move as the morning continued on, the underlying currents of intrigue and attraction weaving beneath the surface.