Azrail stood, stretching his hands high above, the morning already past, he could feel the long hours of talk still buzzing inside his skull, his body tired but his mind sharper than ever, it was like fire running in veins, too much to stop, too much to sit down and rest, no, not now, he had too much in his hands.
'We planted the seeds… now the water must flow'
His lips twitched with a grin, he walked out from the courtyard, the flowers still moving from the night breeze, Valencia had left back to her room, Raena lingered for a moment before slipping into the shadows, she had her ways of moving, seductive and dangerous, he didn't stop her, let her work her bat shit craziness.
The manor was silent but not dead, servants moving with eyes lowered, guards at posts, but everyone now kept space when Azrail walked by, respect and fear mixing in their eyes. It was something he had dreamed in his past life, not just respect, but power that forced respect.
