Aurelian watched the servants as they spoke with hushed voices, as if a single loud word would ruin whatever operation they were running.
Beside him, Norx drifted a little closer to the glass, his red eyes tracking a servant who was carefully carrying a massive bundle of silver winter-flora. A slow, deeply amused smirk began to spread across the deity's face.
"Well, well," Norx hummed, tapping his chin as he looked at the sudden bustle. "It looks like the boring Duke is finally using that stubborn head of his for something entertaining."
Aurelian turned his gaze away from the courtyard, fixing the floating god with a sharp, calculating stare. "You know what they are preparing."
"Of course I do. I know everything that happens within these walls," Norx smugly said, crossing his arms and tossing his head back proudly.
