In one of the rooms in the concubine building within Koul's palace, Remi is seated in front of a mirror.
Her hair poured down her face, and her eyes were dull with no color. Her face was dark with anger.
In her right hand was a knife. She dug it into the vanity table in front of her mirror, and scratched heavily.
From the door, Delma's relentless voice sounded alongside the repeated knocks.
Knock! Knock!
"Remi," she called. "Are you there?"
Despite her voice sounding through the room clearly, Remi didn't budge. She didn't even blink.
Her eyes remained zeroed into her haggard reflection on the mirror.
"He cancelled it?" She mumbled angrily.
Among Koul's wives, Remi was among the minority that were a talented. Even if her ability wasn't an attack type and wouldn't serve much help, she took pride in it.
After all, it was the ability that had always helped her remain updated with everything that went on in the palace.
And to compensate for it, she had great combat skills.
