It was late and the night seemed to creep over a figure who was seated on her windowsill.

"I see. You saw no one?" she said.

A wispy voice responded quietly. Its whisper barely broke the silence in the room.

The curtains were swaying slowly from the wind and seemed to cocoon the young lady in an ululating fashion. Moonlight poured over her, revealing her face in plain sight. Her beauty was too unrealistic; it would have been hard to believe that God himself had breathed life into her. Her soft hair, which glinted brilliantly even in the darkest of nights, fell over her neckline and the bodice of her hourglass figure. Her eyes were like jewels made from bright red blood and had the effect of causing almost anyone who met her gaze to fall into a stupor. She carried herself as a noblewoman and her overall appearance made her overwhelming beauty seem almost frightening.

"If you find the party looking for him, attach yourself to their leader," Roxana gave a new order to her servant.

"Yes, Mistress," the red butterfly said in its wispy voice. Its wings waved in one fluid motion before it flew from its perch on her thin and delicate finger. It flew in a circle, catching a draft, and repeated its mistress's orders like a spell until it left plain view.

Roxana thought of the young man in the dungeons and gave a low sigh. A teardrop slid over her beautiful face.

She had to think quickly. While she had been with Cassis the last fortnight, Charlotte, one of her half-siblings, had been wheedling the guardsman to see "the toy." Her tantrum had been heard throughout half of the manor.

Roxana knew the guardsman was weak. She had appeared at the entrance to the dungeons to distract Charlotte from coming in. Her attitude had been flippant when she met her sister. She had been curious about the toy and it now needed rest. Charlotte was still a child. It wouldn't be"prudent"to describe the toy's condition now. And Yo-an, the guardsman.copy right hot novel pub