"India?" Daphne repeated, her brows knitting together in a frown of confusion. "But whatever business have we in India?"
"We're bound for India to inspect the progress of a grand palace under construction," Francis explained, his tone carrying a hint of formality. "It's a directive straight from our father—the Emperor. His word is final, and we must adhere."
Realizing the gravity of the situation and that resistance would be futile, Daphne's shoulders slumped ever so slightly. She understood that imperial commands were not to be taken lightly, nor were they open to negotiation.
"India," she murmured under her breath, a mix of resignation and curiosity in her voice. "I never imagined setting foot on such exotic lands."
Francis, noting the change in his sister's demeanor, offered a reassuring smile. "It will be an adventure, Daphne. Perhaps, there's more to gain from this journey than we initially thought."
