The letter from Duchess Revaiosa rested in Silver's palm like a ticking time bomb.
It was sealed with wax and perfumed, the gaudy scent a bold contrast to the sinister intent she could feel beneath its elegant script. What kind of tricks does that woman plays again? She just can't get a rest, can't she?
She didn't open it right away. She simply stared at it, thumb brushing over the embossed wheat symbol of Revaiosa Manor.
She dismissed the maid with a nod.
It was ridiculous. She didn't even want to think about it.
