Inside the room was a curious mess. An upturned table with cold tea staining the rug, the bed sheets thrown half off the bed, a mirror, hanging on one hinge to reveal the mess on the other side of the room, and a few maids that hastily approached Zannrick.
"Go to the hall with the others until you are summon!" He snapped, and rigidly, the women obeyed, leaving the pair of them with the Grand Duke, who was now standing in a corner , back to them , as he rested a forearm up against the wall, and was pressing his forehead into it.