"Nikia good to see you are feeling well." Clara said with a sickly sweet smile she had never enjoyed the girls presence but her lord loved her blood and there was nothing she could say to change his mind. "Please sit." she gestured to the spot where Nikia usually sat "My son should arrive soon...I wonder if he will have his vessel live here." she mused out loud she did that a lot when there was some to whom she could speak freely to without being looked down on normally it was Solomon or a servant as her husband never listened to her.