Arata reclined on her feathered chair, a wide grin plastered on her face as she lazily rubbed her still-flat stomach. Her trusted maid stood beside her, plucking grapes from a silver tray and gently feeding them to her one by one, the sweet juices bursting in her mouth.
The rain had started falling heavily by now, but then the windows of her chambers had been closed while coal was been burnt at one side, keeping her warm.
Her personal servant who had been silent until now cleared her throat and finally decided to speak, a grin splitting her face. Her werewolf ears twitched in excitement, perking up involuntarily.
"Sorayah had been sent to the mines my lady," the maid murmured, her voice laced with satisfaction. "Her ladyship Mira was responsible for it. I heard from the other servants that Sorayah actually caused the death of her ladyship Mira's two maids. She made used of a martial arts that actually makes your enemies hurt themselves instead of you."
