(( ~ @ladyrydell ~ ))
“Huh,” Mercy said, slowly turning her head as she saw the brunette walk into her foyer through the double doors from her sitting room. The physically older girl was draped over a chair, happily losing track of how long she'd lain there. Her mind was devoid of thoughts and she looked radiantly dead as her chest no longer rose and fell to keep her heart beating. “I am actually excited to see you, my dear Kassandra.” A wicked little smile started to form on her face, Mercy slowly waking up from her relaxed state. She waved her hand, dismissing her waitstaff off. “Oh, my apologies, did you want something? I can get little Harold to grab you a fresh glass of blood. You don’t visit me anymore. I’ve been spending too much time at the palace. I forgot what it was like to be a host and a good daughter.”