A servant carried a bright golden tray through the Ironfell halls, a beautiful ceramic kettle was neatly placed on one side, and a white embroidered envelope was placed on the other side.
She wore a maid's uniform and walked gracefully, nothing but the tapping of her shoes could be heard echoing through tbe walls.
She finally reached he destination, the Patriarch's matrimonial bedroom.
Servants were permitted to knock three times on the door of the family members, and if no response was received whatsoever, to go and return at a later time.
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!
She knocked carefully so as not to disturb whiever was inside the room.
She waited for about three minutes before the door creaked open, it swung open gently, revealing the Matriarch, who stood in a lovely blue dress that ran all the way down to her heels.
She had her hair packed up in a way that suggested she was still getting dressed.
"Oh! Clara!" The Matriarch Elena gasped, rushing over to her small table.
