At the same time that Queen Amira and Nilrem sat in conversation over tea, the Cult's machination had already been set in motion.
Marlow sat in the royal carriage as it moved through the Palace District, his gaze fixed on the passing scenery beyond the window.
The rhythmic clatter of the wheels faded into the background as he remained lost in thought, his expression tense and contemplative.
Anna, I'm glad you're safe…
For the past twenty-five years, his little sister's disappearance had cast a dark shadow over him. Last night, after finally learning that she was safe, the relief Marlow felt was so profound he could scarcely put it into words.
It gladdens me that Kaspar, Ada, and Daryl are also safe and sound, he thought to himself.
House York has been devastated ever since learning of the disappearance of their family head. I'm sure they'll be happy to learn that Kaspar is fine.
Duke Quinn and Duke Daryl will also be greatly relieved.
