She smirked.
"Ten thousand years, and no one has realized that I walk among them. Not the Will, not the Old One, nor Sunday had realized that I still control the House." The Artichect thought, shaking her head.
Then a envelope appeared in the air, floating for her to pick and read. And so she did, and she raised her eyebrows at the letter's contents. Smiling, she left the room to do more watching on her world. The letter drifted down towards the spot she had just left. Laying to rest, the letter opened, revealing to the whole universe what was written:
Dear Lady Artichect,
There has been talk of a rightful heir among the Children, that the Will has escaped and chosen an rightful heir. This was proved by a questionable talking frog that had asked me to assist him in finding the rightful heir, and to get past the guards. The frog says the rightful heir is Arthur Penhaligon from Earth. This might be proven valuable information, and I shall go along with the frog to see if he is in fact, the Will. I will try to update you on the information as soon as I can.
Till then,
Suzanna Turquoise Blue