Xion was clearly a child of some high-ranking noble, and a pampered one at that.
That was the conclusion Nazia and Berry came to after a very long discussion over tea.
Morning light streamed in through tall glass windows, dancing off the gold still piled on the table with a gentle sparkle. No one dared to touch the coins without His Grace's permission.
Strangely, Darius had allowed the child to stay.
Neither Nazia nor Berry could believe it.
But orders were orders, or rather, the lack thereof was an order in itself.
They were only to remain at this estate for two more days. Either they found Xion's guardians, or… well, that was where the plan ended. Because neither of them could envision the Archduke adopting a child.
Actively looking for someone was already unlikely. But caring for someone? That was utterly unthinkable.
