The garden of Velorian Imperial Academy was quiet, but around there was the faint rustling of leaves and the trickling water of a marble fountain.
Phoebe sat alone at a round, pristine white table.
Two chairs had been placed across from one another, and she occupied one of them, her back straight, her hands folded together on her lap.
The chair opposite remained empty or rather waiting for someone to take it.
She had come all this way from the Imperial Security Department.
For one person.
Her red hair was tied neatly in a bun, and her clear blue eyes darted toward the main path.
A figure approached the table...broad shoulders, measured steps, his shadow stretching long across the stone tiles.
Black shirt. Dark blue tie. A vest and blazer in matching dark navy, tailored perfectly. Dark trousers. Black gloves tugged tight as if they were a part of him.
"Heard you were looking for me…"
His low voice cut through the silence as he stopped before her.
