Year 417, Boreas Greyrat Mansion.

The usually quiet and calm air of the mansion now vibrated with an aggressive and dominant aura emanating from Hilda Boreas Greyrat. Dressed in a stunning, deep red gown with puffed sleeves that left her shoulders bare and a tight bodice that emphasized her slender, curvaceous figure, Hilda was throwing out orders left, right, and center. Her generous, tight cleavage was the perfect setting for a large emerald pendant that sparkled with every sudden movement, complemented by short white earrings. The irritation that consumed the lady had begun when her foolish husband, Philip, dared to suggest ideas for remodeling certain sections of the mansion. She had intervened in time, determined that everything would be perfect, without trusting her husband's lack of aesthetic sense one bit.

"You! Don't hang that tapestry there! Are you colorblind? The crimson shade, not the maroon. Is it so difficult to follow a simple instruction?"

"The chandeliers are polished until I can see my reflection! I don't want a speck of dust. If I see one, it'll be your head I'll use as decoration."

"That painting is crooked! Do you think this is an attic? Level it. Now."

Her ashen-eyed gaze swept the room, finding flaws where others only saw finished work. Every word was a sharp command, every gesture a reprimand. Patience was not one of her virtues, especially not today. Out of the corner of her eye, she watched her eight-year-old daughter, Eris, who was playing dangerously close to some jars of paint and rolls of new tapestry. A muscle in her jaw tensed.

"Eris Boreas Greyrat, if your hand comes one inch closer to that white paint, I assure you you'll spend the rest of the week in your room without dessert. And don't use that tone on me, child. Get out of there immediately."

She sighed deeply, rubbing her brow with slender fingers. "Gods, I'm surrounded by incompetent and stubborn children. Isn't anyone going to get something right the first time? Maid! Bring some coffee! Black, and burn it if you have to, but strong. I need something to keep me going in this circus."

She says, rubbing her temple as the maid rushes to comply with her order. Another day at the Boreas Greyrat mansion.