They walked in silence for a few moments, the tension between them palpable. The manor's garden, usually a place of tranquility, felt heavy with the weight of their unspoken words. Azrael could feel Eirian's eyes on him, scrutinizing his every move, his presence like a shadow looming over his thoughts.
They reached a secluded corner of the garden, hidden from view by tall hedges and a canopy of blooming flowers. The scent of roses and jasmine filled the air, but even their sweet fragrance couldn't lighten the mood. Azrael turned to face Eirian, his expression serious but calm. "Alright, Eirian. I am sure you know why I want to speak with you."
Eirian's eyes narrowed slightly, but he remained silent, waiting for Azrael to continue. His posture was stiff, his shoulders tense, as if bracing himself for what was to come. The sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting dappled shadows on Eirian's face, highlighting the tension etched into his features.
