Serena stared wide-eyed at the curly haired woman standing in front of her door, inspecting her nails as though this was a regular activity for her. Serena was returning from having her late lunch in one of the smaller dining areas, she was slowly growing bored of her room.
Charlotte was the last person she expected to find lounging at her doorframe like an old friend. Serena stopped short, blinking slowly, her mind sluggish to catch up. She had almost forgotten about the strange woman who introduced herself as her "second-in-command," supposedly planted by General Silas of Crimsonclaw.
Charlotte tilted her head slightly, just enough to glance at Serena in what barely passed for acknowledgment. She pushed off the doorframe with the grace of someone who found the whole world underwhelming, and stared down at her with a lazy kind of appraisal.
