Chapter 12.1

As Nyla approached the door, it opened not by a sensor but by a maid dressed in a classic black and white outfit. The sight of the woman took Nyla aback – the maids at the Braun’s household didn’t wear anything nearly as atrocious. The style had fallen out of fashion several centuries ago, even she knew that.

Passing through the rooms in the shadow of the maid, Nyla took in the grandeur of the house. It was almost as stately as the Governor’s mansion except here everything reeked of old money passed down through the generations. Every room had its own style of décor, but the whites were all faded to a dull cream, and the air was a bit stuffy.

The maid deposited her into a small dining room meant for intimate meals among the family. Two people sat waiting for her at the small table: a stunning, older woman with a single inky black braid cast over her shoulder and someone who looked exactly like the Major. It was like looking at a picture.