Reina settled onto the plush, yellow couch in Marlowe's foyer, the silence amplifying her anticipation for his return from the Royal Council. Or at least, Reina had deduced that was where he went. The meetings were meant to remain secret, leaving Marlowe unable to reveal if it were his destination, though it was plainly evident.
Illium was sitting beside her with an annoyed look on his face as he tapped his foot and leaned on the couch's arm — his dour look was probably due to the fact he was made to leave his trusty spear in Duke Marlowe's care during his stay.
Sadly, because of his reckless acts in front of the king, Porter had to be left behind and sent back into the slums, lest their congregation at Marlowe's manor speak louder than it should.
However, other than those two, only a few servants roamed the halls.
They dusted or swept, yet that was just a cover for keeping Reina under their watchful gaze.
