"Yes, my Lord. I noticed a lot of strangeness in her lately."
Rohan's expression didn't change as he asked, "Tell me everything." He kept his back to Rav, hands in his pockets, as he stared at the fireplace in his son's room, which had a cage-like front to prevent Angel from curiously poking his hand into the fire.
Rav spoke without hesitation, recounting everything he had observed, from the biggest changes to the smallest details.
"...Before this, she only took blood tea in the morning to feed the baby's mild hunger. But lately, she's been asking for heavy blood tea every hour of the day. And when it's not made to her taste, she throws it at the servants serving her."
He paused, clearing his throat before adding the things his fiancée had also noticed and shared with him.
