Knock Knock
On the majestic place, the red haired woman heard the sound of the wall knocking beside her. Without even looking she already knew who it was.
"Olena" She remarked as a women wearing maid clothes with regal style came out of the walls shadow.
The woman bowed in front of her, "Your majesty."
Giving a lazy wave, Olena stood up and said, "Miss Quenney is asking for an audience."
Hearing the name, the lady felt a headache in her head as she said in annoyance, "Her again? Isn't bald man Agrave been already killed?"
"Yes, that is correct and I believe it is precisely because of that, Lady Quenney wants to meet you."
Hearing her maid, the red haired lady's eyes changed to one of mischief as she smiled dangerously, "Oh my! So she isn't grieving for her husband as she should have been but instead eyeing for his money."
"How crude… don't you think so Olena?"
The maid gazed at her master in a deadpan look, "The same could be said about you too madam."
"Hah?"
