Griffin lay on his bed, hands tucked under his head, restlessly tossing and turning. "Life feels so dull without work," he muttered to himself, frustration evident in his voice. "But more than that, I can't stop wondering if Selvina would reject me again." He sighed deeply, his thoughts swirling.
A sudden knock at the door interrupted his musings. "Come in," Griffin called out, his tone casual but curious.
The door opened, and Edwin, the ever-polite butler, entered with a slight bow. "My Lord, a lady from the palace has arrived," he announced respectfully.
Griffin sat up immediately, his curiosity piqued. One knee bent while the other leg remained flat on the bed. "Who is it?" he asked, his eyes narrowing slightly.
"She introduced herself as Selvina, Princess Alora's attendant," Edwin replied, his tone was steady and humble.
