Meanwhile, as Princess Adeline dealt with her brother Lorenzo, Ophelia moved through the vast estate, her eyes and ears keen for any clue about Arc's whereabouts. The opulence of the estate only served as a stark contrast to the urgency and anxiety she felt within.
She started in the grand hallway, which was adorned with luxurious tapestries and portraits of the royal family.
As she walked, she couldn't help but scrutinize every detail, hoping to find anything that might lead her to her son.
The air was heavy with the scent of fresh flowers, and the soft murmurs of the staff floated through the halls, blending with the gentle hum of distant conversation.
Ophelia passed by the dining hall, where a few staff members were setting up for the evening meal.
She caught snippets of their conversation, but nothing relevant to her search.
She moved on, her footsteps echoing softly against the marble floors.
