Three days had passed since the banquet, and the Threx family had left for their estate yesterday morning. Lysa's tearful goodbye lingered in Leo's mind—she'd clung to his leg, sobbing into his tunic, not wanting to leave her hero. he promised they'd meet again, coaxing a shaky smile before her parents gently pulled her away.
Now, in the cool dawn air outside Caulem Manor, Leo stood on the cobblestone courtyard. He stifled a yawn, rubbing his crimson eyes as a light breeze carried the scent of dew and polished leather.
Servants hurried around Lucian's carriage, tying down trunks and supplies, the clatter of hooves and soft voices filling the courtyard. The manor's escort guards stood ready, their armor gleaming faintly.
Vivien held Leo's hand tightly, her small fingers full of quiet sadness. Liana stood beside them, her silver gown catching the morning light.
