The dawn of the festival ball arrived with a chill in the air. Nicole sat quietly by the window, watching as the first rays of sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow on her face. It wasn't long before a knock came at the door, and three maids entered the room, their steps careful and respectful. They greeted her with quiet voices and a curtsy before setting to work.
Before leaving to prepare himself, Jasper lingered near the door. His gaze hardened as he looked at the maids. "If any of you mistreat her while I'm away," his voice dropped low, a dangerous edge to it, "you will regret it."
The three maids instantly lowered their heads, trembling slightly under his gaze. "Yes, Lord Jasper," they murmured in unison, their faces pale. Satisfied, Jasper turned on his heel and left the room, the sound of his boots echoing down the hall.
