In the dimly lit chamber, the flickering light of a solitary lamp cast eerie shadows across the stone walls. The air was heavy with the scent of dampness and age, and the only sound was the faint echo of their voices bouncing off the cold stone.
"Grand Commander," Ingrid said firmly yet gently, breaking the silence. "I wish to remain in the Imperial Palace. My desire is not just to be by your side, but also to ensure the safety of everyone, including you, Christine, and Princess Liliana. With the Imperial New Year approaching in two weeks, I doubt everything will be settled by then. I cannot leave."
Caym slowly rose from the wooden stool, his amber eyes meeting Ingrid's with unwavering intensity. He extended his hand towards her.
"Understood," he replied, his tone unwavering. "However, should any threat arise, your safety will be my utmost concern. You must be prepared to depart if necessary."
