EDITED.
"They built their house of lies on my pain; now I am the hurricane that will tear it asunder." ~Araneae Ruber
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LUELLA SAT on her office chair, while Tiecia placed sweets, biscuits, cakes, and tea on the table for her to bite on as she worked.
Tiecia walked to the door, but paused in front of it. "Hmm?" Luella hummed as she lifted her eyes at her.
"My lady, don't you think you should rest a bit?" Tiecia asked calmly, trying not to push her luck. Their bathroom talk mostly has gotten to her head to make her believe they were close.
"Not really, I have some things to do before I retire for the night," She answered, waving her off.
"I see, then Good night my lady," She greeted before leaving the room.
Luella relaxed her back against her chair. "Now, shall I plan the downfall of the Van-Rensselaer and all the workers?" Her fingers slowly traced the edge of Ser. Jasper's gift box.
