Falka took a long nap after the strange encounter with Ares's father, a demon but he was more likely to be the devil himself, only difference was that he had given her a good word of advice earlier, but was she lenient enough to take it or rather bone headed?
Nighttime arrived and the loud knock on the door snapped her back to reality. She woke up and dragged her legs lazily toward the door.
The maids had come to dress her up for dinner, thankfully it wasn't the former ones who couldn't keep their lips shut.
They were quiet as they dressed her up in a simple, black silky gown. They styled her hair with two hairpins holding them tucked behind her ears and they let her hair fall down her back in silky waves.
Her hair being drawn back made her striking features more perceptible and until then, perhaps she hadn't realized how ethereally beautiful she had been but then again, beauty was the least of her problems.