Fingers periodically tapping the surface of table, Lady Persephone sat ready to greet her son long before the knock reached her ears.
"Come in," with a soft and stable voice, she'd uttered.
Silas gracefully pulled an envelope out of his vest right after the gentle click of the door closing resounded behind him.
"Evening mother," he said.
"And to you as well," a faint smirk appeared on her lips upon laying eyes on the letter, "They were quick, weren't they?"
"I see you were already made aware," he approached her, "Word travels fast. Sometimes faster than I'd like it to,"
"It always has," her composted chuckle ripped a little twitch out of his eyebrow, "Please take a seat so that we can discuss this,"
Her posture and attitude alone proved his prediction right. Persephone had her mind already made on the matter. A discussion about it would have been nothing but a formality at that point.
She extended an arm and kept her hand open until he placed the letter in it.
