Minutes later the atmosphere in the estate felt… warm. A ridiculous thing to notice, but Silent Night couldn't help it. She had expected something else—formality, restraint, a quiet undercurrent of tension. But this? This was banter. Playfulness. Affection. What they didn't know or what Alexa didn't tell them—This was calm before the storm she let them this warmth embrace them before the storm owned the whole Dragon Empire.
Emilia, still tucked against Pyris' chest from their earlier hug, let out an exaggerated sigh, pinching the bridge of her nose as she leveled a deadpan stare at the two intruders. "You know," she drawled, voice dripping with the kind of patiently murderous energy only a woman interrupted at the worst moment could muster, "for a seer, you sure have a terrible sense of timing."
Alexa, utterly unrepentant, simply smiled. "Oh, but sister, fate works in mysterious ways."
