Azel walked through the wide halls of the mansion where they were staying.
The place was so large that he felt he could get lost inside it if he wasn't paying attention.
Its ceilings stretched high, the walls gleamed faintly from the polish of skilled hands, and there were maids everywhere.
He truly felt like a Prince.
Anya had gone elsewhere, off to explore something in the sprawling estate.
That left Azel by himself, with the quiet air of the household settling over him like snow.
He wanted to deliver the magic stones to Edna, she still had to get more circles in.
He passed the kitchen on his way and slowed.
A lively sound drifted out — a bubbling pot, a pan sizzling, laughter spilling into the corridor.
He glanced in.
Medusa was there.
The beautiful woman stood among the maids, cooking with them as if she were born to the task.
Her eyes shimmered faintly with the light of the stove fire.
