Seraphyne giggled as she heard what was said, entering inside the villa and looking around, her crimson gaze sweeping over the carved panels, the polished marble floor, and the carefully arranged vases of white mana-lilies Gwen had insisted on keeping fresh.
Albedo had barely closed the door before Seraphyne drifted a few steps further inside, turning toward the two girls.
"You heard correctly, mon maître speaks true," Seraphyne said, her voice like warm velvet with a glint of steel beneath, "I am Seraphyne Bloodvale, I will be your guardian for the foreseeable future."
Gwen's brows knit slightly. "Guardian?" She glanced toward Albedo as if to confirm.
Albedo simply nodded, "Yes. You'll be safer with her here."
That should have settled things, but Seraphyne tilted her head, as though reading more than Gwen's words, perhaps her heartbeat, or the slight tightening of her fingers on her own arm.
