The manor was fairly silent now; a servant's room lit by a single candle on a round table, and two young women, both similar in appearance, were both maids of this noble family: one had short black hair and gold eyes, both equally hidden behind her round glasses, her name being Moira, the head maid of this entire manor, and her sister — the woman that sat across the table, opposite of her, did not wear any glasses and her eyes glimmered more of amber than of gold.

"Moira... Is it really fine for you to drink this?" The latter one remarked as her sister popped open the cork of a wine bottle, "Not at all." She said, pouring herself a full glass of wonderfully smelling grape blood at the same time, "It's the chef's own stash, I've got permission to take a bottle once in a while!" The maid said begrudgingly, stuffing the cork back in the neck and slowly leading her right hand to the glass, lifting it and taking a full breath of the pure aroma, staring at her sister after opening her eyes. "What's that you came here for, anyway?" The older one said, "Ugh... You know..." Awkward in her words she stuttered, trying to tell her sister something. She averted the worried gaze away from even the table, leaving Moira guessing. But not for long.

"I get it," She said, pointing to the squirming maid, "this again?" Her sister only nodded, making Moira rub her brows and rest her head against the elbows she just planted on the table just now. "Aren't you content with being the duchess's personal maid?" She said, looking up at her sister with a mix of confusion on her face. Her head dropped on the table immediately, almost making the glass spill when she saw her sister shaking her head profusely, groaning at the prospect of this conversation. The younger sister's eyes darted around the room, having witnessed that kind of reaction. "Sobrana..." Was said with a low, dissatisfied groan, "Do you know how grateful we should be to the Raressank family?" her sister only nodded, "Then, why are you so unhappy with being a maid? It isn't that hard of a job!" Moira threw her arms up in the air, landing them on the table and taking up the glass to take a sip of wine, filling up her cheeks almost completely.

The head maid rubbed her own forehead, but the rustling silence was interrupted by Sobrana speaking up, "This... It's not for me." The amber peepers try to both steer aside and look her sister in the eyes. "Not for you, huh?" But, Moira's reaction was not as explosive as her sister had anticipated. Moira sighed, moaning at the discussion yet proceeding nonetheless: "You were always a league more adventurous than me, why should I fret over it now?" A chuckle broke the tense atmosphere in the room, and looking out of the window, Moira stared at her reflection, the sound of the raging wind and rain outside assisting her in some of her thoughts. "Then, what do you want to do?" Sobrana fiddled with her fingers, trying to gather some courage and break her plans to the sister. "A..." — "A what?" That only made her hesitate more, though her lips began to move again, "A diplomat..."

"Huh?" Such a response provoked a peculiar expression to sprout on the older sister's face. "Eh?" Shaking her head in confusion, she only repeated meaningless exclamations, scrambling to find words to adequately sound out her hysterical feelings. "Of all... All professions, you chose the one uhh... That maids aren't really fit for?" To this response, Sobrana swiftly began mumbling, as well as nervously rubbing her hands together. Moira was again appalled by her sister's behaviour, waiting silently until the commotion died down. "No point in worrying that much." She said, lifting the wine glass again, "It's not like I'll stop you if you're going to put effort in this... Endeavour." Her lips parted ways with the glass another time and she stared at the wood grain of the table for a bit, "You could've made up your mind in these three years that we worked for the Raressanks, I guess some personal growth wouldn't hurt you, just try not to bring trouble to our benefactors. Ok?" Sobrana sighed lightly while her sister poured more wine in the half-empty glass, the cork now laying on the table, she swerved the glass.

"Now, why don't we talk about something more pleasant?"