"Princess, am I coming with you?"
Sikokun looked at the magnificently dressed Yelena before her. Today was her grandmother's birthday, and they were holding a family banquet to celebrate.
Yelena gazed at her reflection in the mirror. Meticulously dressed for the occasion, she was even more radiant than usual.
"Just drop me off at the manor," Yelena said. "You know what my grandmother is like. She's always preferred peace and quiet."
"Yes."
Yelena's grandmother was famous in Sisiya's highest circles for her eccentric temper. It was hard for others to imagine that someone of her status and wealth would only have one or two maids and a gardener by her side.
Meanwhile, people in Sisiya one or two ranks below her had households with at least a double-digit number of servants.
"So, does that mean that besides you, Princess, the only others at the birthday banquet will be Madam Konia and your brother and father?"
"That's right."
