A red ribbon slashed across the horizon.
The sky was twilight. Nightfall retreated along with the moons of Myrrandor.
Rays of sunlight kissed the land. Dawn had arrived.
The aunt and niece had talked the entire night, yet there was still so much left to talk about.
Valentina had finished half a dozen bottles of that expensive wine. As the sunlight spilled through the open window, her face glowed like a rose. She stretched her hands unceremoniously and squealed in satisfaction.
"I'll be in the city for another week before I visit a few friends across Centerra," she said to Genevieve.
"Where are you staying?" Genevieve asked curiously.
"Lords' Borough," Valentina said casually. "At Emily's villa."
"Emily?" Genevieve blinked. "You don't mean… the Witch of Davos, do you?"
"That's exactly who I mean."
Genevieve's eyes widened. "You're friends with her?! She's the new Known Lord of the city!"
