~Avelvion~
Avelvion was still adjusting his slightly creased robe when he let out a harsh huff. He glanced briefly at Olivia, who was entering at that moment.
He shook his head slowly, then turned around to walk away.
"That girl is too naive..."
He whispered to himself as he left.
Avelvion returned to his room with calm strides. The collision with the new servant had almost faded from his mind.
Almost.He sat at his desk and opened several official imperial documents that required his review. The room was deathly quiet, with only the sound of paper rustling. However, as he reached for the ink, something caught his attention.
A single hair.
Long.
Pitch black.
It was caught neatly on the sleeve of his gray silk robe. Avelvion frowned. He lifted his hand, observing the strand with eyes that began to turn suspicious.
"Black hair?"
