Onya's nanny and personal servant had long wondered what the eldest Goltbred daughter did during those private visits with the toddler. The way her mint eyes would turn dull and lifeless lately when asking everyone to leave had been... unsettling at first.
Today was different. The young master Qatrand's presence seemed to change the rule about solitude - and what the servant discovered because of it was both amusing and reassuring.
"...and then your amazing 'brother'-in-law moved so fluidly, as if the weapon weighed nothing at all! The way those muscles flexed when following through with the motion was absolutely captivating~"
The brunette sat on the floor beside Onya's play area, gesturing dramatically while the toddler grabbed at her silver dress. Her normally reserved spouse stood nearby, a light blush coloring her cheeks at the endless stream of praise that had been coming out of the cute girl.
Klaytei, better go back to Dima before you end up standing dazed in the hallway all night from provoking El.
The chapter title got named like it was a game of "Clue" for some reason. Probably because the thought "killing her with praises" popped in my head.
Every time I write Onya and Qat interacting, I feel prickly sweet because of what I plan to write over the course of the story. Nothing really tragic, I'm just easily moved!
Late not entirely due to my fault this time! Had a weird issue with saving the draft that I'm not sure if I finally resolved through my own troubleshooting... or if it just now worked randomly without any stuff I tried.