Victor Trent was about to die of frustration. He had told Joy Young to climb a ladder and hang a yellow cloth banner, but she'd gone and hung a white one instead.
In Veridia, white banners were for funerals, but in Niphoria, they carried another, deeply taboo meaning.
"I… I'm sorry, Family Head. I'll go change it right now."
Aurora Sinclair lowered her head and scurried back, her panicked retreat making Victor Trent's brow furrow.
She had been messing up her tasks for several days straight.
He was starting to suspect she'd been sent specifically to be the bane of his existence.
After leaving, Aurora Sinclair quickly made her way to the courtyard where the pregnant women were imprisoned.
There were no guards today. It was a day of mourning, so everyone had gone to the front courtyard to help.
Wearing a mask, Aurora Sinclair slipped into the courtyard and meowed twice.
A young woman immediately came and opened the door for her.
