That same evening, a carriage bearing the crest of one of the dukes of Ravenfell arrived unannounced at the main gates of the Constantine Estate.
The person inside was a woman with brown hair and eyes of matching color. Lifting the velvet curtains of the window, she gazed at the large crowd gathered before the gates.
All of them were the Dark King's fans, wanting to catch a glimpse of him.
The woman couldn't help but frown. She hadn't expected things to be so intense. Yes, she knew that the name of the Dark King was very famous in the city as well as the Empire. But she didn't think people would be so fanatical.
Seeing the carriage arrive, the crowd, surprisingly enough, made way for it. They were quite civil and orderly.
One of the numerous guards in dark armor standing by the gates approached the carriage. When he saw the noble crest, he was slightly taken aback.
Walking up to the window, he first bowed slightly and then greeted, "Good evening, my lady."
