THE NEXT DAY
"Thank you, Luna. I had such a lovely time with you today." The seventh consort candidate, Lady Callista Doughan said, giving a low bow. Vaelora flashed her a genuine smile, having enjoyed their interesting game of chess together.
"I hope you don't mind me asking if we could we do this again tomorrow?" Callista muttered, unsure. But she had this look of confidence in her eyes.
Vaelora was yet to understand this one.
When Callista had arrived the Royal House two days back, Vaelora had expected a lot of things, but definitely not a...
She seemed masculine, for a woman. Not her looks, but mannerisms. The way she walked, talked, bowed. She felt like a man, born in the body of a pretty lady.
Having disregarded her presence since she arrived, Vaelora finally thought to spend
