Leon and Amelia made their way to the Viscount's office, the weight of the impending departure hanging heavily in the air. They walked hand in hand, their footsteps echoing through the grand halls of the estate. Leon could feel the subtle tension in Amelia's grip, a silent testament to the emotional goodbyes that awaited them.
When Leon and Amelia reached the front of the office, they and all those gathered exchanged glances.
The Viscount, Amelia's father, stood at the center, his expression stern but softening slightly at the sight of his daughter.
Seraphina, the Ice Queen and Sect Leader of the Glacial Frost Lotus Sect, stood beside him, her icy blue eyes fixed on Leon with a mixture of respect and something deeper.
Amelia's sisters were gathered, their faces a blend of concern. The scholar-looking husband stood apart, his gaze deliberately avoiding Leon's.
