Nadia was in her room, receiving important and not-so-important updates from her personal butler.
Nicola bound his dark pink hair in a high ponytail, and his report seemed less like something formal and more like two friends gossiping.
Midway through their conversation, her doors were thrown open by a distraught Alessio.
"Mother! Something is wrong with Silvan-"
Nadia shot her butler a knowing look and, without another word, Nicola vanished into thin air, leaving her behind with her youngest son.
"Silvan?" She rose to her feet in concern, meeting her harried son halfway. "What's wrong?"
Alessio threw himself into her arms like he used to when he was a child and hurt. "He doesn't want to see me." He wailed, "He had servants tell me not to bother him for the night."
Nadia patted his back, relieved. There were even faint traces of a smile on her face. "Perhaps he needs some solitude, why are you so distraught?"
