Finally, Morgana spoke from her chair by the fire.
"Perhaps this conversation should continue with fewer people present. Lord Roland, Lady Viviannah—you've delivered your message and your apologies. We're grateful for both. But what comes next involves decisions that should remain private."
It was a dismissal, politely phrased but firm.
The Beaumonts recognized it immediately and stood.
"Of course," Roland said.
"We've taken enough of your time, and the hour is late."
He bowed to Jaenor. "Whatever you decide, Lord Arkwright, know that House Beaumont remembers its debts. If you need us in the future, you have but to ask."
"Thank you," Jaenor said sincerely.
"Your journey here, the risk of serving as intermediaries—that means something. Our accounts are settled, as far as I'm concerned."
Relief flooded both their faces. Whatever guilt they'd been carrying could finally begin to ease.
