Mila entered Cedric's study, and she was met with the sight of her father seated behind a large mahogany desk, his expression stoic and contemplative as he poured over a stack of documents spread out before him.
The room itself exuded an air of quiet authority, with bookshelves lining the walls and the soft glow of candlelight casting long shadows across the ornate furnishings.
Cedric looked up as Mila entered, his steely gaze locking onto hers with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension.
"Welcome back, Evie," he greeted her, his voice tinged with a hint of concern. "How's your stay in the second prince's palace?"
Mila inclined her head in a respectful nod, her expression composed as she took a seat opposite Cedric, her gaze never wavering from his.
