Chevalier wraps a cloth around your bruised hand, soaking up the blood. He wants to deny your elaborate claims but there’s some truth to it. His eyes catch a shadow in the corner of his eyes, but as he turns his head it disappears as if it was just a fleck of dust bothering his eye.

You’ve been irritable since receiving this new mirror as a wedding gift. You’ve claimed to have seen Chevalier with another woman, right in the reflection and now, the mirror mirror is dented in. But your fist, oddly enough, wasn’t enough to break it. He doesn’t know what you’ve been seeing but according to some palace gossip, you aren’t the only one sensing strange energy from it.

“You’re reckless,” Chevalier lifts away the cloth, pressing his lips awkwardly to your bloodstained knuckles. “But if this continues I will have the mirror discarded.” The once open door to his study doesn’t go unnoticed by him as it suddenly slams shut.