ARC 2 - IN WHICH SHE DREAMS.

Rhaia knew she had to keep her emotions in check; her maids were easy to deceive, or perhaps they still understood the gap between a master and a servant, so they would not ask too much. But her parents would.

She got to the study and knocked when she heard a faint "come in."

Her breath hitched in her throat, but she held it in and stilled her emotions.

Opening the door, she walked into the brightly lit study.

Sitting behind the long mahogany desk was her father, Duke Von Jel Curiel. He still looked young, spirited, and full of life compared to the cold body she held in her arms.

Rhaia smiled when the man raised his head from what he was doing and smiled at his only daughter.