Xnovia returned from work as tired as ever to find her butler had already prepared her a bath. “<span style="color: #FFFF00">I do not trust you PNC he is hiding something.”</span><br/><span style="color: #40FF00">“Indeed I didn’t believe him about the half elf but as you know as long as he does his job I don’t care.” </span>Xnovia walked into the stables to greet Asia and stroked her tenderly. She cooed contently as Xnovia combed her sister maim.<span style="color: #00FF00">“And please try to be nice to him, I know you raised me as per my father’s orders but I’m as much royalty as he is am I not?”</span>She dressed herself in a skin tight leather jump suite, not exactly conventional clothing admitably but Xnovia found it comfortable.<br/><span style="color: #FFFF00">“Indeed my dear but I still don’t trust him.” </span>Xnovia shook her head and finished grooming Asia<br/><span style="color: #8040BF">“He’s a telepath.”</span>Asia spoke to her sister returning the favour by starting to preen Xnovia’s wings for her. She too was a creature of death so the wings power didn’t bother her. “And to be frank I like him sister.<br/>Xnovia held up her hand for silence as the music began, it was indeed truly wonderful. She hadn’t heard music like that in a long time. She smiled and flew out the stables and into her room slowly washing herself before immerging into the halls of her mansion and discreetly moving into Nathan’s room, she just hovered there silently listening to the music for a while.<br/><br/>It reminded her of being in her fathers company before he was forced to give her away, as a member of the angel of death royalty having a half-breed in his company was looked on as weakness. She missed her father dearly and it was the source of her outward hardness. Nathan noticed her and stopped<span style="color: #00FF00">“No please continue I was rather enjoying myself.”</span>Her stomach growled, it was a long shift with a lot of patients but she wasn’t going to feed on him so soon. Xnovia wouldn’t be so cruel, she wanted him to get used to being a PNC slowly.<span style="color: #00FF00">“Please.”</span>She spoke an almost begging tone entering her voice. She whipped away the frozen tears on her face trying to hide the pain of her past. she wasn't ashamed of what she was, but missed her father dearly there was no doubt of that. Terrance had been a good adoptive father but it wasn't the same.