The sun hung high, casting a brilliant light that bathed the palace grounds in a warm, golden glow. Its rays filtered through the tall windows of the Grand Library, illuminating the grandeur of the space with a soft, ethereal light.
Ingrid and Christine stood side by side at the library entrance, facing the Pendleton siblings.
"Thank you for your help, Count Pendleton," Ingrid said, her voice soft yet sincere. "Your insights were invaluable."
Jonas nodded in response, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "It was my pleasure, milady," he replied, his tone warm with genuine appreciation. "If you ever need assistance again, you know where to find me."
Ingrid paused and stared at Jonas, her gaze curious yet gentle. Jonas, sensing the weight of her scrutiny, raised his brow inquisitively, silently prompting her to speak.
