Pushing the unsettling thoughts aside, Marionette walked beside Davina to the dining hall.
Every servant they encountered immediately stopped what they were doing.
They bowed lower than before.
"Good morning, Mrs. Volkov."
Their voice carried unmistakable respect.
Marionette returned each greeting politely, though she couldn't help noticing the subtle change in their attitude. It was far more respectful than it had been yesterday.
Her thoughts drifted briefly to the events of last night.
'Perhaps yesterday's events had already spread throughout the estate.'
By the time they reached the dining hall, the rich aroma of breakfast had already filled the air.
The large doors swung open.
Daemon was already seated at the table with his arms folded across his chest.
The moment he saw Mar
