<span style="font-style: italic">Micheal bows when he gets insight of Serenity. "Your majesty," he says. He keeps the predatory grin off his face when she spots her backing up. He would try to put her at ease. "You look well today, milady." He comes a little bit closer. backing her towards the wall of the garden slowly but surely.</span><br/><br/>Damian sat on the floor of a closet in shock. The servants had known about his secret stash of artwork and supplies. Drawings where ripped and paintings slashed. His paint was scattered over the flag stones. Angry tears slip down his cheeks. He knows who did this. No one here besides the servants would believe that Michael did this. He doesn't care about chores. He flees the house for the tavern.