32- Stylani

Their heads turned, Stylani seeing a figure with her hair loosely packed and some strands over her face with a black singlet, trousers and black boots.

She noticed that the person was too slim to be a man and then noticed with alarm the tiny bosoms on her chest.

Persephone reached them with a servant behind her as she kept wiping her hands on a cloth, "A person who engages into an argument and brings someone who is entirely innocent into it, is nothing less than a fool."

Stylani watched her return the cloth to a slave, noticing something red on it. "Is that-"

"Blood," She replied with a nod. "As you can see, we do not have guards or hunters here so I do it myself." Then she turned to the servant, "Thank you, you may leave."

The servant bowed, walking away before she turned to Stylani, her eyes looking like they would rip her into pieces if she had the chance. "Lady Aglaia is like an Aunt to me. Slandering her name would not be permitted as long as you are under this roof, do you under