High above, unnoticed by anyone below, a lone figure perched on the edge of the Whittemore estate's rooftop.
Martin, dressed in dark, form-fitting attire that allowed him to blend seamlessly into the shadows, observed the scene with a faint smirk playing on his lips.
He rested his chin on his hand, his expression one of amused intrigue. The exchange between Lord Marius and Viviana had been… enlightening. It was rare to see the composed and formidable Lord Marius lose his temper, and even rarer to witness such familial discord in plain view.
"Interesting," Martin murmured to himself, his voice barely audible over the soft rustle of the wind. He leaned back slightly, his keen eyes following Viviana's furious retreat. "So much anger, so much pride. A dangerous combination."
He tilted his head, considering his next move.
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