Not Ideal Timings
Tugging Maria along on a leash, Melicia walked into the princesses' room once more. With a smile, she darted her gaze at Tia–the scorned daughter of the queen. Noticing the gaze, Tia took a few steps away from Raven who seemed to be addressing her directly. Turning to Maria, her eyes widened–even more than they already were, but after everything that she'd been told; from the planned coup by her mother and her insatiable hunger for more and more, she couldn't even protest against her harsh treatment.
"We should get the preparations ready," said Melicia to Raven, wearing the same mocking smile.
Glancing over to her as well, the mage let down his hands and began walking towards his party member. He'd wasted enough time in the castle, it was nearly halfway through the afternoon, and his plans to spend some time with his ladies had been squashed by the mess created by royals and royalty.