As Jonas noticed Ingrid hesitating, he extended a courteous invitation, "Would you care to join me in one of the private rooms, milady? It would offer a quieter space for our conversation."
"A private room?" Ingrid thought and glanced at Christine. "I am not allowed private conversations with aristocrats from outside the Imperial Palace."
Ingrid turned to Jonas. "I apologize. It seems I must refuse your invitation, Count Pendleton. I hope you understand," she said diplomatically.
Before Jonas could respond, the familiar sound of boots resonated through the silent Grand Library. All eyes turned as Caym walked closer, his black armor adding an air of tension to the otherwise serene atmosphere. With a bow, he greeted Ingrid, "Your Highness."
Ingrid nodded in return, her veil slightly shifting with the motion. "Grand Commander Caym," she acknowledged.
