The dawn broke gently over Rowan Manor, painting the sky with hues of gold and pink. Birds chirped from the ancient oaks that lined the estate grounds, and the cool breeze carried the fresh scent of morning dew.
Cale Von Arden stood by the veranda, impeccably dressed in his tailored butler uniform. His eyes scanned the expanse of manicured gardens before settling on Lady Althea, who strolled along a gravel path, her emerald dress swaying with each graceful step.
The weight of the previous day's meeting with the Marquis of Thalridge lingered in Cale's thoughts. The man's veiled threats and insistent tone hinted at schemes that could destabilize the Rowan family's influence. Cale was determined to be the bulwark against such dangers.
As Althea approached, she offered a faint smile. "Good morning, Cale."
"Good morning, my Lady," he replied, bowing slightly. "Did you sleep well?"
Her smile wavered. "Not particularly. There's much on my mind."
"Understandable," Cale said gently. "The Marquis's visit was—unsettling."
Althea sighed, her gaze distant. "He's not the first noble to attempt manipulation, nor will he be the last. But it's tiresome, constantly navigating their schemes."
Cale's expression softened. "You handle it with remarkable grace, my Lady. Still, if I may, I would advise caution regarding any agreements with Thalridge."
She nodded thoughtfully. "Your insight is invaluable, Cale. I'll heed your warning."
Before they could continue the conversation, a courier in the distinctive livery of the Duke of Westmoor's house approached briskly. He bowed deeply before handing a sealed letter to Althea.
"A message from the Duke, my Lady," the courier announced.
Althea's expression grew guarded as she accepted the letter. "Thank you," she said, dismissing the man.
As the courier departed, Althea glanced at Cale. "Walk with me."
They strolled along the garden path, the gravel crunching beneath their feet. Althea broke the seal and unfolded the letter, her eyes scanning the elegant script.
"Troubling news?" Cale inquired.
Althea's lips pressed into a thin line. "The Duke requests a private meeting. He claims it concerns my late father's estate."
Cale's mind raced. The Duke of Westmoor rarely involved himself in mundane matters. For him to personally request an audience suggested something significant.
"Do you trust him, my Lady?" Cale asked carefully.
Althea hesitated. "My father spoke highly of him, but times have changed. Trust is a rare commodity among the nobility."
"Then I would advise discretion," Cale said. "Allow me to accompany you."
Her eyes softened. "I was hoping you would offer. I feel safer with you by my side, Cale."
He inclined his head. "It is my honor, my Lady."
The following afternoon, they arrived at Westmoor Manor, a sprawling estate surrounded by lush forests and shimmering lakes. The grandeur of the place was palpable, with towering columns and intricate carvings adorning the entrance.
A steward led them to the Duke's private study, where the man himself awaited. The Duke was tall and imposing, his silver hair neatly combed, and his eyes sharp with intelligence.
"Lady Althea, Mr. Von Arden," he greeted, rising from his seat. "Thank you for coming."
"Your Grace," Althea said politely, curtsying. Cale offered a respectful bow.
The Duke gestured for them to sit. "I'll be direct. Recent developments concerning your father's estate have come to my attention. It seems certain parties are attempting to challenge your claim."
Althea's eyes widened. "On what grounds?"
"A fabricated debt," the Duke said grimly. "One that supposedly dates back to your father's tenure as head of the Rowan family."
Cale's jaw tightened. "Do you have evidence of this fabrication, Your Grace?"
The Duke's lips curved into a faint smile. "You are as sharp as they say, Mr. Von Arden. Yes, I have documents that contradict their claims. But presenting them will require careful maneuvering."
Althea's voice was steady. "What do you suggest, Your Grace?"
"A formal investigation," the Duke said. "But it must be handled discreetly. If word spreads, your family's reputation could suffer."
Cale exchanged a glance with Althea. "We are prepared to face this challenge head-on, but we will need your guidance, Your Grace."
The Duke nodded approvingly. "You have my full support."
As they departed Westmoor Manor, the weight of the revelation pressed heavily upon them. The path ahead was fraught with danger, but Cale knew one thing for certain—he would stand by Althea's side, navigating every twist and turn.
"Thank you, Cale," Althea said quietly as their carriage rumbled down the forested road. "I don't know what I would do without you."
He met her gaze, his voice resolute. "You will never have to find out, my Lady."