The quiet hum of the manor settled in as the dinner hour concluded. Alaric, having finished his meal with Iridelle, excused himself, promising to meet her again in the workshop the following morning. He moved through the dimly lit corridors, a subtle air of anticipation surrounding him. He knew what awaited him in his chambers, a welcome respite after the emotionally charged dinner with his mother.
He reached his chamber door, a heavy oak portal adorned with intricate carvings of the Steele family crest. He pushed it open, stepping into the warm, inviting space. The room was lit by several strategically placed lamps, casting a soft glow across the rich furnishings. And there, waiting for him, were Ulriya and Kara.
