Talk Under the Night

[Froschköning's Manor, Judge Schnee's Room – Schnee's POV]

Three knocks landed on the room's door. At first the black-haired girl only turned her face towards the door but did not reply then another series of louder knocks shook the door accompanied by a familiar voice.

"Schnee! I know you are not sleeping yet! Open the door, now!"

The little dog was barking at her door and he seemed rather unhappy about something. Well, Schnee could easily imagine a dozen of reasons why this could be the case, but asking him directly was probably the best option at the moment.

*click*

The closed door opened revealing the gray-haired boy standing behind her.

"You have some explanation to give," he spat.

"The hour is far from ideal, Aspirant Executioner Fen—"

"Spare me the crap, Schnee. I want to know what you are up to with Vasilisa."