Anette sat sprawled in one of the chairs near the window, one leg crossed over the other, wearing a clearly bored expression.
Chysis was on the other side of the small room, reviewing reports while sipping blood from a goblet; she had realized minutes ago that the Princess hadn't come there just to stare at the ceiling.
"Is Victor fully recovered?" Anette finally asked.
Chysis looked up from the document, fixing her gaze on the supposed Vampire Princess—who looked simply... embarrassed.
"He is," she said curtly.
Anette seemed to pay closer attention to her, continuing with words that Chysis would go on to completely misinterpret.
"Did the coma leave any lasting effects?" she asked with concern.
*That girl...* Chysis felt a twinge of jealousy rise up the back of her neck, causing her skin to flush slightly pink.
