Chamber of Scarlet Flames
The room glowed faintly with crimson light. Laisa sat before her mirror, still and regal, while her maids attended to her. One brushed her long hair with delicate strokes, another polished her nails, and two more worked on her legs, their every movement careful, reverent.
The door opened with a soft creak. A maid entered, bowing her head low. "My lady… Lord Veymar is here to see you."
Laisa froze, her reflection staring back at her with wide eyes. "Veymar? Here… to see me?" She turned sharply. "Are you certain it's Veymar?"
"Yes, my lady," the maid replied. "He said he has important news for you."
"Important news?" Laisa's tone hardened. "Very well. Let him in."
The maid bowed again, hurried out, and moments later returned—with Veymar walking casually at her side.
"Good day, Laisa," Veymar said smoothly, lips curling into a smile.
Laisa gestured for the maids to leave. They scattered silently, leaving her and Veymar alone.
