Before Angel could open the light screen, he heard a rustling sound behind him. Turning around, he saw Greya somehow conjure a dark fairy tale style black throne out of nowhere.
Greya lounged lazily on the throne, idly playing with a few spade cards in her hand. She seemed relaxed, but her attention was clearly on the light screen.
"Is this really necessary..." Angel looked at the already imposing Greya, a flood of sarcastic remarks crossing his mind.
"You don't understand." Greya concealed her fiery red lips behind the cards, a mysterious glint flickering in her eyes.
"Let's say I don't understand, but don't you think this style of seating clashes with my study?" Angel couldn't help but point out.
Greya glanced around; Angel's study was typical of traditional nobility, predominantly a dark ochre tone, rarely accented with a flash of red mahogany. Indeed, her black spade throne didn't really fit in.
