Standing before the woman... Aslak called for the one slave who had told everything to help his now indifferent self decide on a punishment. — “Slave. Come here.”
“!… Wait here, Rhea.”
“But…”
“It is alright.” — Selene, the slim young woman who had been embracing her little sister with happiness and hopeful spirit, separated at the summon from the sibling to obey the one that had freed them. Walking towards him, respectful in silence and with a lowered head as she had come to accustom as a slave. — “How may I be of help to the Archduke?”
“… What exactly was it that this woman did?”
“… This woman is called Kelly, good lord. A servant that was raised to serve the Orteu household. At her Master’s order, Baron Orteu, she… she is the one that served the Archduchess Skreh Bloom’s tea.”