Chapter 37

"Reta?" Gem Ravier, Lady of the Head of the Diamond-Black Faction called from behind the curtains of her daughter's dressing room.

"Yes, mother?" Reta was quick to reply, slapping a hand over Aleya's mouth who had been expressing her wild opinions as usual.

"We are not to be late child." She scolded, hands folded matriarchly in front of her flowing black dress.

"Yes, mother, I apologise, I will be done in no time." Reta was quick to say, panicked.

"Very well." Gem relented. "But perhaps your maid servants should be taught a thing or two about servitude."

Reta shared wide eyed looks with her attendants, gulping nervously.

"Mother, the blame is mine, I wouldn't arise for my nap in time." She made up an excuse for them.