CHAPTER NINETY THREE - THE MATRIARCH’S IRE

Karina let out a weary sigh as she surveyed the remains of the raucous party that had taken place in the great hall just hours before. Empty glasses and plates littered the long wooden tables, crumbs and stains marking where revelers had indulged perhaps a bit too enthusiastically. As the newly appointed keeper of the Gorroth Manse, it fell to Karina to oversee the cleaning and restoration of the ancient castle after such events. She rolled up the sleeves of her simple cotton dress, trying to mentally prepare herself for the arduous task ahead. Just as she was about to head to the kitchens to round up the staff, the heavy oak doors creaked open. Karina turned, her brow furrowing as the unmistakable figure of Lady Becky entered, her face an inscrutable mask. Two young maids trailed behind her, eyes downcast. "You've been summoned to my office," Becky stated bluntly, her raspy voice echoing against the vaulted ceilings. "Immediately." Karina opened her mouth to protest, to explain th