Raven opened her gaze and lowered her chin to her reflection on the dressing mirror. She stared at the dark cloaked person in the same reflection until a hand pulled down the hood. A familiar face reflected in the dressing mirror and recognition flashed her gaze.
''I've been waiting for you, Kieran.''
''Apologies, Master.'' Kieran lowered his gaze to the floor. ''This slave took more time than expected.''
''Wash the blood off then.'' Raven scrunched up her nose at the metallic scent of blood from her elite slave. As always, this smell was not just her favorite.
''Master is more important.''
''...Act as you please then.'' She became slightly irritated at the sight of Kieran on the same spot and ended the topic of bloody scent
''....''
''Arghh...'' Raven ruffled her hair with a burst of frustration and sat up. ''Today's really not my day. This family, my maid, my elite slave, those annoying young ladies and that crown prince!''
She just needed to release this pent-up anger.
