<div style="text-align: center">Vestele:​</div><br/>As Laylah settled in her room she could hear the sounds of the two women speaking outside her room. But she took little note of it as they slowly seemed to move away from her room. Their voices becoming nothing by whispers before silence fell.<br/><br/>Laying back on her bed she pulled her hair back as she shifted and let her eyes close for a moment, the past few days of travel catching up with her. She felt herself falling into sleep, as darkness descended and mind settled into sleep, as she shifted in place on the bed.<br/><br/>Her dreams were filled with her family, her mother and father. Their smiles seemed to settle within her mind, the Queen and her daughter seemed to also take root. Laughter and joy settled in place as Laylah saw herself smiling and placing with a small girl, one at first glance was Queen’s daughter but looking closer the girl looked more like her and … like Dante. She almost jerked in place as she made the revelation as she woke up, her eyes blinking open as the dream once more settled within her awakened mind.<br/><br/>She took a deep breath before rising and moving to the wash basin, she cupped the water in her hands before she washed her face. Letting the cold water cut through the haziness which lingered from her dreams, as it disappeared her thoughts turned to the dream. Why the hell was she dreaming of a child which belongs to her and Dante. It was strange indeed.<br/><br/>Laylah grabbed a towel as she dried her face before she moved to sit at a small desk taking out her desks. She began to work at cleaning the blades, her eyes roaming over the silvered surface, it was something she would often do after a battle. It was relaxing to her and indeed as she cleaned them she began to think about the training which would begin the next morning. How would she even begin to train the soldiers Dante had entrusted to her. Laylah thought about what she had saw of the Demon’s fighting styles so far, they tended to rely on brute strength over quickness or dexterity perhaps it was time they learnt of a new way to move and fight. Something that would throw their opponents off balance, she nodded to herself as she formulated her plans. Just as she was placing her blades back in their holders their was a knock at the door. She paused for a moment before moving over to the door and opening it, on the other side was the young demon woman who had been calling her only an hour before. Her face showed she disliked being in Laylah’s presence, but Laylah merely arched an eyebrow. “Can I help you with something ?” the female shifted and raised her chin “ Your Master, wants your presence immediately, Slave”   Laylah rolled her eyes and moved pass the woman shutting the door behind her as she made her way down to Dante, the other woman following after her a smirk on her lips. Laylah grinned aware that she would soon wipe that from her lips, as she entered into the dining room where Dante awaited them. “Ah Master, apparently you demanded my presence. Your slaves presence as this young lady said.” she glanced at the woman before looking innocently at Dante.