Chapter 212: Daughter’s Addiction
"Visiting Daughter again?" Grace smiled. "Alright then, let’s go!"
Dasha was taken from the front entrance of the Les Murmures to the room of Daughter. Not trusted as a true member, a Whisper escort walked with him at all times, no exceptions. The hieroglyphics to her door glowed red. With a dramatic bow and flourish of her summer dress, Grace granted him entry.
No guards, no real protection. Only Daughter. She sat there, arms and legs crossed, looking like she was thinking. When Dasha entered, she remained in that same thinking pose.
Dasha’s gaze drifted to the floor. "A carpet?"
"A Mamluk carpet," Daughter elaborated, "made by al-Sharif, a legendary Egyptian carpenter. But the placing is off, don’t you think?"
An octagonal piece lay in the center and surrounded with star and rosette patterns, which were symmetrically placed throughout the carpet. The border of the carpet included more geometric and floral motifs, typical of Mamluk designs. Dasha had never studied carpets in any capacity. Other than a basic idea of how they were made, he wasn’t sure whether to be impressed, so he sat down and brought out his tea set.
"You have something to tell me?"
Dasha nodded and retold the events at the Moon Club. Daughter’s eyes initially darkened, then lightened upon receiving the tea.
"That crazy bitch left her cave, huh?" Daughter cackled lightly, a cup of tea sipping into her lips. She cackled again as soon as it left. To her, the Imperial Noble Consort was something of a joke or an old friend. "Remember when I was talking about certain people that take advantage of us? That Imperial bitch is one of them. She thinks she can kill whoever she wants whenever she wants. We’ve lost enough people to her; when you’re strong enough, kill her."