22- Stylani

The first thing Stylani Laskaris did as she woke up was smell the flowers that stayed next to her bed side as she did every morning.

A small smile lit her face while she did so before she used a hand to brush the now moist petals, her eyes moving to the sunlight coming from outside then to the potted plant before moving it away from the rays as she whispered, "You would be safer here."

Although the plant gave no reply, she still sent another dazzling smile at it then got out of her bed.

As she did so, an Hestia familia walked into the room with her head bowed. "Good morning, Lady Laskaris."

Pure irritation appeared on Stylani's near perfect face. "There is nothing good about seeing you when I wake up."

The slave said nothing.

She let out a small scoff, moving to her vanity mirror and staring at her face. "Is my bath ready?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Perfect, as usual?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Can you even string up an entirely complete sentence or you all are programmed to be fools?" Stylani heard