Riven was furious that he had been locked up by Azerin, and top of that was commanded for a mission which seemed extremely impossible.
"Riven, you are finally here," one of the maids came forth and took his hand in hers. "Come, I'll take you to the party as we were waiting for you to cut the cake."
"Really?" Riven arched his brows at her words. He had never felt such warmth when he was when he worked with his previous master. "Then please forgive me for being late."
"Was master tough on you?" The other male servant asked as they guided me the place where the little girl was standing in front of the cheap cake which the staffs had made it themselves.
Tough was an understatement of what I was going through. Riven thought and shook his head in no. He knew they all woshipped Azerin, and he didn't wish to brake their bubble.
"Make a wish, Lily!" one of the maids cheered.
"Blow the candles, quick!" another laughed.
"I'm counting, one… two… three!" shouted a small voice eagerly.
