Daughters of the Damned

One. Two. Avorra paused, then smiled daringly at the angered woman. Oh, Avorra was always a one for words. Yet, somehow, people always seemed so displeased by her mannerisms. My dearest apologies for interrupting, Lady Campana, but I was hoping to delight in an audience with you.

Avorra continued grinning. Who was she to dare bother a princess without a proper, formal greeting? A nobody slowly becoming a somebody, that's who. She creeped ever so slightly through the doorway, running her free hand down the frame, the other on the knob. You see, there was this wondrous sound chiming through the halls at precisely random times throughout the day, and such a beautiful cacophony has been silenced. Would you happen to know what- Oh. Avorra pretended to realize her mistake. In actuality, she was here for other reasons. She needed connections, and perhaps some help in the near future. But what fun would it be asking for such a thing outright? No, she'd rather play and dance around the issue until she was bored of her game.