Lady de Lanark made her way to her father's quarters, unsure of the reason behind the summons yet left with no choice but to comply.
Count Sirius, with his tall and imposing figure, escorted Adela through the corridors of the Archduke's manor. Hushed whispers filled the air as the Lanarkians discussed the eventful two days they had experienced.
Don't they know better than to act normally while the royal guards are everywhere? Adela thought to herself, frustrated by the lack of caution displayed.
Count Sirius, who heard all the murmurs just as clearly as she did, maintained a dignified composure as he led Adela up the elegant spiral staircase toward the upper floors. The atmosphere grew more subdued, with only quiet whispers emanating from the guards stationed at various intervals along the corridor.
Stay strong... Hold your head up high...
