The Annex Mansion, nestled on the outskirts of the Lionhart Estate, was a place of solace for Klaus. The towering structure, built in the old imperial style with high archways and pristine white stone, felt isolated from the suffocating expectations of the main estate. It was here that Klaus had retreated for his three days off, granted after the events at the grand ballroom. For once, he was free of the incessant drilling and the prying eyes of the Lionhart Youth Training Grounds.
The quiet of the mansion suited him. Most of the servants respected his solitude, and the sprawling gardens provided a place to think.
Sitting by the library window, Klaus sipped on his tea while flipping through a book on ancient magic theory. He relished the rare moment of stillness—until the sound of hurried footsteps reached his ears. A familiar voice broke the silence.
