**Light Of Libel—Gareth Coker**
"Your Highness, the Seventh High Lord just sent an official call card to you."
"Is that so?" Ember said, resisting the urge to show just how much that piece of information elated her. She felt like a hunter who set a trap in the morning, and was met with a Game a few moments later.
Some would like to call it luck, but Ember would say it was a worthy gamble.
Stewardess Olivainne grinned from ear to ear. As the Queen's personal stewardess and a royal gossiper herself, Ember was sure that as far as the woman was concerned news of Khaos's visit would spread amongst every servant that had a willing ear.
"I wouldn't mistake such an enigmatic aura, your highness," Olivainne answered with dramatic gestures. "Just the fact I was far unable to look into those enchanting eyes of his tells me he is truly none other than Lord Khaos BlueBlood."
