The carriage rolled to a stop before an beautiful and luxurious building, its ivory walls gleaming in the late morning sun.
Intricate golden patterns adorned the eaves, which caught the sunlight and casting dancing shadows across the streets.
"Well, my dear nephew, this is where I take my leave," Eloise said, her voice tinged with a mixture of regret and anticipation.
She leaned in close, her cherry-red lips brushing against his ear as she whispered softy, "Remember, my 'doors' are always open to you."
Lucian nodded, a dark smile playing at the corners of his mouth, "I'll be sure to visit soon, Aunt. Thank you for your... hospitality."
As she gracefully descended from the carriage, her silken robes rustling softly,
Lucian couldn't help but admire the way she moved — every step a delicate dance, a testament to years of courtly training.
