The black iron gates loomed before her.
And it was as if time had frozen. The moment, the silent winds, and even the skies felt eerily similar to the vision etched in her mind. It was too familiar, and yet, strangely different.
Alyssane nervously glanced at the empty road.
'Is he really gone…?'
She did not dare to wait and find out, and reluctantly, Alyssane pushed the iron gates and walked inside. There was no one sight.
She faintly remembered that after gaining dukedom, Vernon had made the odd decision of moving to one of the most infamous parts of Lower Valeria. They said he wished to be away from the wicked gilded cities of the nobles.
He wanted peace.
Nonetheless, he was a duke, how could he not have any guards around the mansion? Even though his mansion was on the outskirts, Moonshire was a city filled with violence and crimes.
