"Lucas Kent is here, my lord. He's seeking an audience with the family."
At those words, Lord Valen stood up, saying, "Escort him to the main parlor. We'll be there in a moment."
The steward left to do as he was told.
"Eleanor, come take my arm."
Eleanor immediately went to her Father and took his arm.
"Elliott, Margrite, both of you come with us."
They both stood up, and the four of them headed to the main parlor. On their way there, Clara appeared off to the side.
"Clara, you should come as well," Lord Valen stated.
Clara nodded and followed along. Eleanor could feel herself tensing up. 'What if he changed his mind? I know I told myself that he wouldn't do that, but the way Father is reacting makes me think that it might be possible. I'm scared. Even if he hasn't, I'm still scared.'
When they got to right outside the door to the main parlor, Lord Valen stopped for a moment to catch his breath.
