The darkness presses at the window as Hildegarde arranges the study room to her satisfaction. She had an appointment with Aileen and a boon to obtain. Her first boon - a promise for the future. The Lord still had not decided what form this boon would take, the novelty of it alone, making her mind freeze just thinking about it. Tables and chairs arranged, Hildegarde dropped into a seat by the window as if she were a puppet whose strings had been cut. Vacant eyes stared into the darkness as if the window were a mirror and she was enraptured by her own ethereal beauty.
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