"My lady?" Herise appeared in the drawing room, looking apologetic. "There's... There's a young lady asking for you at the door."
Cylea frowned. She had been reading the same lines for the fifth time over, so the interruption was most welcome, but it was odd that someone Herise didn't recognize would show up all of a sudden. Still, she nodded and closed her book, walking to the door. To her surprise, she did know the girl who was standing there.
"...Peony?"
"It's Willow," the girl rolled her eyes. "But fair enough. Can I come in? We need to talk."
"O-of course..."
Willow didn't even wait, just let herself in, glancing around the house with curiosity.
"Wow, your house is... neat. Ours hasn’t been this neat in years. I mean, there's stuff exploding in all the rooms twice a year, so
