“Mother?” Ashriel asked as she rested her head on her luxurious sofa inside her office. Olive and Xieaniel took care of Teb’s body and the other Quislings and the rest did their usual job.

“Your birthday’s in two months.” Lady Chalier started and Ashriel pressed her hand on her temple, fully aware of her mother’s next words.

“When will you go home here at Thrascias?” She asked firmly. Bull’s eyes.

Ashriel sighed and transferred her eyes to her file-filled folders.

“Next month, I guess mother.”

“Next month?!” She fumed. Ashriel pulled her ear away from her phone and brought it back.

“You’re turning legal and that night will be your...