She observed it all with the patience of a woman who had seen and guided the shaping of an empire. Leaning back slightly, she crossed one leg over the other, watching the affectionate mess unfolding before her with a soft chuckle.
"Look at them, Silent Night." Emberly's voice was smooth, laced with quiet amusement. "Tell me, is this what you imagined when you first entered my house?"
Silent Night swallowed. "…No. Not anything like this Duchess. Everything baffled my expectations of what I had always expected of House Obsidian." Silent Night talked casually to Emberly which the mistress didn't mind since, although her current status here was that of a slave—her son's slave, Silent Night had a high representation in the court and served a great purpose in the empire and Emberly respected people like her to allow a casual talk.
After all, Silent Night was not Drakos who Emberly hated and also now part of the big family although on a lower spectrum. Such a shame.
