The evening sun cast a warm glow over the estate as Abel walked alongside Princess Justia through the expansive halls of the Carriers Duchy.
The elegant décor and grandeur of the building reflected the long-standing prestige of the family. Abel led the way, his mind abuzz with thoughts of the trial earlier that day, but more importantly, with the grand plans he had set in motion.
As they entered the grand dining room, the servants were already bustling about, setting the table with an array of fine dishes.
The smell of freshly baked bread, roasted meats, and aromatic herbs filled the air, enticing Abel's senses. Still, his mind remained preoccupied with the latest imperial developments.
Princess Justia sat gracefully at the head of the table, her poised demeanor never faltering, even amidst Abel's silent contemplation. She tilted her head slightly, watching him with curiosity.
Abel couldn't help but overhear Princess Justia's initial comment.
