The manor looked like someone had thrown a tantrum with paint.
Aegis stood in the courtyard, staring at the graffiti scrawled across the newly repaired walls. "COMMONER TRASH" in dripping red letters. "GO BACK TO YOUR FARM" in black. Several windows on the east wing had been smashed, glass glittering on the cobblestones.
Evelyn stood beside her, wringing her hands.
"Lady Starcaller, I'm so sorry. It happened last night. The workers heard something around midnight, but by the time they investigated—"
"It's fine."
"But the damage—"
"Is cosmetic." Aegis walked closer, examining the paint. "They didn't touch the structure. Didn't steal anything. Didn't hurt anyone. Doesn't make this okay, but we'll survive."
She ran her finger along one of the letters, feeling the texture.
[Of course the old money doesn't like the new money. I'd be more concerned if they weren't trying to fuck with me.]
"How much to fix it?" she asked.
Evelyn pulled out a small ledger, flipping through pages.
