Night shrouded the Black Palace, lit by the crimson glow of infernal lamps. Your four suitors and Yvaine had gathered in the luxurious drawing room. They had been waiting on you for nearly an hour.
"With that butler again!"
Kaddis snapped irritably, leaning back on the sofa.
"She spends more time with him than with all of us combined!"
"Maybe she likes him more,"
Ruvek drawled mockingly, twirling a goblet in his fingers.
Yvaine frowned, clutching her fan.
"I am her bride. Why must I beg for the attention of my own queen?"
Olmek silently crossed his arms over his chest, and Rhun smirked.
"I suggest we find out what is so special about this Valdrin."
At that moment the doors opened. Valdrin entered the drawing room, impeccably dressed, with his usual calm smile.
"My lady is tired today. She wished to rest, so I ask you not to disturb her."
Kaddis rose abruptly.
"You are nothing but a butler! Since when do you decide who may see our queen?!"
Valdrin inclined his head slightly.
"I do not decide, my lord. I merely fulfill her wishes."
Light footsteps sounded in the corridor. All six turned their heads toward the door at once, waiting for you to appear.
Yvaine was the first to head for the exit, but Valdrin had already extended his hand, preparing to greet you and offer his palm.
"My lady,"
he said softly.
"May I escort you to your chambers?"
The five demons froze, watching him with undisguised irritation.