The sun cast a golden glow over the lush garden of Ryujin Mansion, its light filtering through the leaves of the ancient trees that swayed gently in the warm breeze. The scent of fresh grass and blooming flowers mixed with the aroma of tea as Lyall carefully poured it into delicate porcelain cups, the liquid steaming in the cool afternoon air.
Kate sat on a checkered blanket, chatting softly with Kai, who was nestled close to me, his small hands gripping the hem of my coat as if seeking reassurance. His golden eyes flickered between Kate and me, responding to her questions with shy nods while occasionally glancing up at me for silent approval. I ruffled his soft hair absentmindedly, my fingers threading through the silky strands as I listened to my father's voice.
"Your—" Dad started, his deep voice thoughtful, "Archmage and Marquis Fairisles were here, right?"
