The morning sun broke through the curtains of Alaric's room, bathing it in a warm glow. He sat by the edge of his bed, his thoughts collected and his resolve steadfast. Today was the day he would take the first step toward uniting his life with Evelyn's. Convincing the Blackwoods of his intentions would be no easy task, but Alaric had never been one to back down from a challenge.
Rising, he straightened his attire—a tailored black suit with subtle crimson embroidery at the cuffs, symbolizing his lineage and strength. With a sharp inhale, he called out, "Gilbert."
Within moments, the ever-loyal Gilbert appeared in the doorway, impeccably dressed and ready to serve. His expression was calm, though his discerning eyes noted the weight of the day's task.
"Yes, Master Alaric?" Gilbert inquired with a slight bow.
"I need you to prepare a carriage," Alaric instructed, his tone firm. "We're heading to the Blackwoods' estate."
