The Sanctum had settled into the peaceful embrace of night. The festivities had ended hours earlier, but the remnants of laughter hung in the air, gently stirred by the soft breeze.
Most family members had drifted back to their villas scattered throughout the grounds, lulled into sleep with full bellies and even fuller hearts.
In the garden, lanterns flickered with a warm glow, seemingly hesitant to let the evening slip away. Yet Arthur didn't head toward his study, the grand hall, or any space marked by power or strategy.
Instead, he walked alongside Liz.
Her petite hand swung playfully at her side, her steps light and bouncy as if she were still riding the high from earlier celebrations. The pathway leading to the entertainment wing shimmered with soft blue lights, guiding them through the quiet corridors.
