Daphne tried to cool her anger, but she knew it was useless. She sighed and opened the door. The first thing she noticed was that her mother was at her desk, bent over reading a document on her desk. The desk was one that has passed down in her family for several generations. The origins remained a mystery, even to her mother. It was an oddly dark wood with intricate gold designs. The rest of the room was what you would expect of a study. Bookshelves, filing cabinets, and a few family trophies.