As night had already fallen, Baros didn't linger after dropping the three off at the front door. He gave a brief nod to the head butler, who promptly opened the door for them, and then returned to his carriage, the sound of the wheels fading into the distance.
Spark and Zhao Shi walked into the large hall, the marble floors reflecting the dim light of the chandeliers hanging above.
Alice was snuggled up and asleep on Spark's chest, her tiny fists clinging to his robe. The two made their way down a long hallway, their footsteps echoing in the otherwise silent corridor. The walls were lined with weapons and ornate doors, each one telling a story of battles fought and won.
"Butler Zhao, I see you haven't spoken a word the whole time. Is something bothering you?" Spark suddenly asked, his voice breaking the heavy silence.
Caught off guard by Spark's question, Zhao Shi shook his head, his eyes widening briefly before he composed himself.
