Not long after Nikolai fell, Leona organised and prepared the other maids.
She blocked off the entrance, wiping out the smaller mutants and creating a makeshift camp inside the chamber. In the centre of the camp, Nikolai rested on a bed of fur, his body wrapped in a sheet from Leona's item ring.
"You are such a handful, Master..."
Ever since she slept with him, the word lord felt too stiff and empty when it left her lips. Thus, when alone, she would secretly use his name or master. Leona was happy this was and continued brushing through his silver hair, curious about his smile.
'Who are you smiling so happily for?'
Leona wondered which of his wives could make the cold and brooding Patriarch look so serene and at peace, even in this godforsaken cave filled with a sour stench of rot and death.
