Heat caressed my skin lightly as I parted the curtains in the room I had slept in. I felt light and relieved, a feeling that was hard to come by. The room was crammed and it had a weird smell, some remaining paper works were stashed only two meters away from my make shift bed but I had never slept so soundly before. I came down to the smell of food lofting in the air. The me sat on the floor, holding their plates up close to their mouths and some was already on guard. Merrylia stood in the middle of the room holding a small bag, talking to Zerxe, with her usual stony expression on her face. Unlike her usual attire, Merrylia wore black fitted jeans and a white plain shirt. The shoes she wore were still high heels and her curls were tied neatly. It was far from her formal wear yet there was something with the way she looked and stood that still screamed dominance loud and clear.