A young woman barged inside Damon's room.
She did not look like a servant. She was wearing a very expensive, bright pink dress covered in shiny jewels and complex lace patterns. She had bright blonde hair piled high on top of her head. Her face was pretty, but right now, it was twisted into an ugly mask of pure anger and jealousy.
The two guards by the door rushed in right behind her, looking terrified. "General! Forgive us! She pushed past us!" one guard cried out, holding his spear awkwardly.
Damon raised a hand, signaling the guards to stop. He glared at the young woman in the pink dress.
The young woman stopped in the middle of the room. She was breathing heavily. Her chest heaved up and down. She quickly scanned the large bedroom.
Then, she saw them.
She saw Camilla sitting very close to Damon on the edge of the large bed. She saw the heavy blankets. She saw Camilla holding a dark ceramic bowl in her hands.
