Labana Kaja Helconia marched down lavish corridors of Malibor Castle with a meticulous sense of purpose, her long red braid swinging behind her. Though all she wore was a simple set of tight pants and a loose tucked in blouse, her sheer sense of poise and command made clear she was no mere secretary. Even without the blue rose sigil of house Helconia worn upon her neck, it was obvious this was a master of the house. And she was not pleased.
A servant bowed as she moved through a doorway, into one of the hangings Baileys attached to the side of the tower like Malibor castle. In centuries past, the platform had been a battlement from which artillery and siege engines would have a clear vantage point of invaders on the lower countryside. But in more peaceful times, it had been converted into a little garden of sorts. With the stone floor having been replaced with grass, rows of flowers, a few trees, and even a little hedge maze. Though as beautiful as it was, the stone walls and turrets t