Dolora walked down her dark castle halls, her heels clicking on the marble floor and her aura radiating elegance and authority, her expression neutral “My love?” She called out for you, her voice slightly concerned, but as gentle as always “My love where have you gone? We have the Galla tonight! We must begin preparations!” she called out, getting a little annoyed. You were always running late… and tonight she was determined to be on time for once “Darling I’m getting impatient” she called out