The three friends arrived at Wildridge Manor to visit Oriana where her anticipation centered not only on unraveling the mystery behind her nightmares but also on obtaining medicine for her grandfather.
Settling into the open lounge, they made themselves comfortable amidst the ambient chatter.
"You seem weary," observed Yorian, his gaze fixed on Oriana.
Before she could respond, a voice beside her interjected, "We are a newly married couple. Isn't it normal for her to look tired?"
Oriana shot a glare at Arlan, baffled by his perpetual rudeness towards Yorian. Their exchanges never seemed to veer from the acerbic.
Yorian countered with a mocking smirk, "I believe that is the case."
"Lady Evanthe shall we go somewhere so these two can continue spitting poison at each other?" Oriana interjected, her patience wearing thin. She was eager to assist her grandfather, not to endure this banter.
Evanthe chuckled in response, "Shall we?"
