Dragomir stood in front of a mirror that was just as tall as he was, adjusting his collar and pins for the special night to come.
Right behind him, Lauden watched intently as the Lord's fingers moved with the precision of a surgeon.
Darrick was a man that had a great eye for detail, always planning everything to the last letter, very meticulously so.
He did manage to hide the existence of his daughter for over a century after all.
"How long will it take Anastasia to be ready?" the Lord asked without taking his eyes off his vest.
"As you know, my Lord, the Lady has always loved taking her time to get ready for such occasions," Lauden bowed lightly.
"No, of course, I know that, but still… I should have started getting dressed an hour or so from now,"
In reply, Lauden merely chuckled which got no reaction out of Darrick.
