It began at breakfast.
"From now on, Rei's toast shall only be buttered on the north side of the mansion," Seraphina declared, dramatically planting her gilded rapier into the dining table like a diplomat laying down a treaty.
Drakana countered with a smirk, sliding a map across the table. "Then I claim the southern wing. He sleeps by the dragon-engraved windows. For his protection, obviously."
Lucivella conjured a black rose of demonic smoke. "West wing is mine. I need privacy to test honeymoon simulations alone with Rei and Multiple timelines. Don't question it."
Rosette appeared from the shadows with five miniature flags and stabbed them silently into the eastern corridors. Her cold eyes sparkled like steel. "I already trapped that section. Please avoid triggering the 'Marry Me or Die' runes."
