A couple days had passed since then and the villa they lived in had grown louder in that time, an organized rhythm appearing that hadn't existed before.
Seraphyne's silky laughter would always drift through the halls followed by Gwen and Diona's chuckles, as the Vampire Duchess had taken an active role in not only protecting, but forming a relationship with them.
On one of these days, Albedo returned from a training session to find Seraphyne perched cross-legged on the balcony railing like some elegant predator, a crimson goblet in hand, watching the eight assassins, Kaela and her band, struggle through sparring drills on the grass below.
Gwen sat beneath her, legs tucked under her as she read a book while Diona ate cookies she had ordered earlier and watched the show the assassins were putting on for them.
