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>>46814677Frowning, you rest a hand on the door, tapping the wood lightly. You can't really leave without searching, everything here is yours, especially whatever Slaagyr keeps locked away.
Lifting the bolts, you take a step back, slamming shoulder-first into the reinforced door. It buckles, but proves remarkably sturdy, so with a grunt, you take another step back and repeat the process, the heavy, metal-reinforced door starting to give as you hammer against it before finally giving way.
Gripping your axe, you push the mangled door aside, stepping into the room. It looks to you like some kind of sleeping chamber, and a comfortable one at that, thick fabrics hanging from the walls, what looks to be some sort of raised sleeping platform on the far end covered in silks, heavy wooden furniture about the room, and a mirror sat on a table before a small seat.
What draws your attention however, is the figure beneath the sheets on the bed. You're familiar enough, intimately so, with Kasimir's other two daughters, to recognize the family resemblence. She looks to be maybe a couple of years Aurora's senior, with the same long dark hair and pale skin of her siblings, she shares some of Aurora's height, by the looks of her figure stretched out beneath the sheets, though hers is a little curvier than the middle sister's, more akin to Inka.
Despite the racket you made smashing down the door, the woman only now gives a yawn, sitting up in bed, rubbing a hand over her eyes.
“Oh, hello there, are you a new servant?” she smiles, swinging her legs down off the edge of the bed, running a hand through long wavy dark hair, her curves hidden by a thin nightdress.
“Not exactly,” you grunt, holding a hand up for your honorguard to stay put for the moment.
“Ah, I see you broke my door, did master Slaagyr misplace the key?” she giggles, holding a hand up to her mouth.
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