Brief Meeting Between Two Monarchs.

Olivia stood in the dim light of her room, the scent of incense heavy in the air. The single window allowed just enough light to cast long shadows, creating an almost ethereal atmosphere. The estate's side view, with its well-kept gardens, statues, and trees, provided a stark contrast to the tension within the room. Olivia, clad in a simple yet elegantdress, let her gaze drift over the view, her mind elsewhere.

"Lady Lilith has arrived," came the voice of a maid from outside.

"Send her in," Olivia replied, her voice steady but betraying a hint of anxiety.

Lilith's entrance was nothing short of dramatic. At seven feet three inches tall, she commanded attention. Her blood-red lips and abysmal black hair framed a face that seemed too perfect to belong to a mortal. Her gown, a deep red that split in the middle to reveal her long legs, trailed behind her as she walked with measured steps toward the light curtain that separated Olivia's space from the rest of the room.