The morning sun over the Aldenar estate was bright and a little harsh, flooding the kitchen with a light so clear it made the silverware gleam like freshly polished mirrors.
Brielle hummed a soft tune as she adjusted the lace collar of her apron. As she moved through the upper hallway, she caught a glimpse through a partially open door, Verona was sitting at her vanity, and Elric was standing behind her, his large hands resting possessively on her shoulders as he murmured something into her ear that made Verona's cheeks flush a brilliant rose.
Brielle ducked her head, a wide, genuine smile tugging at her lips. As Verona's most loyal maid, seeing her lady so cherished felt like a personal victory. The Duke might be a terror to his enemies, but to Verona, he was a mountain that provided shade.
