That day, Sandoz had pleaded with his father, voice trembling but eyes resolute, to let him spend the night at Lara's estate. After a tense pause, Duke Connor—burdened by a mix of guilt and obligation—reluctantly gave his consent. Perhaps, he reasoned, it was a small recompense for the hardships his son had endured under the guise of "training." As always, Linnea accompanied her son, her presence non-negotiable. No other servants were allowed to follow.
On the return journey to the Norse manor, the carriage rolled gently through the dusky countryside. Inside, Lara sat across from Sandoz, her posture poised but her gaze thoughtful.
