As dawn approached, Alaric lingered in his private quarters, his mind awash with the events of the evening. Alliances had been made and promises exchanged, yet he knew these oaths would need to be tested to cement their strength. There was much to consider, and he could not afford any missteps now that he had drawn the families together under a common purpose.
A soft knock broke his thoughts. "Enter," he called out, recognizing the familiar, steady rhythm of Gilbert's presence.
Gilbert stepped inside, his gaze respectful but concerned. "Master, the guests have all departed. But before leaving, Lady Elara requested a private word with you. She awaits in the East Garden."
Alaric nodded thoughtfully. He knew Elara's calculated wisdom; whatever she wanted to discuss would carry significant weight. "Thank you, Gilbert. Let her know I'll join her shortly."
