The final day before the wedding arrived like a lightning storm—loud, frantic, and unrelenting. The halls of the capital's estates were flooded with movement.
Servants rushed from room to room, decorators argued over flower arrangements, tailors adjusted wedding garments with trembling hands, and couriers dashed back and forth, their arms full of last-minute requests.
Everything felt breathless.
But not for Mikalius.
Sitting in his personal study, Mikalius sipped on his morning wine and leaned back in his chair with a pleased smile curling across his lips.
He looked out the window toward the horizon where the banners of the Grand Duchess and House Armstrong flew side by side—bold and proud.
It was a beautiful sight. Powerful. Unquestionable.
"They're really going through with it."
He murmured.
He chuckled, swirling the wine in his goblet. With Kyle and the Grand Duchess united, there would be no more murmurs of rebellion.
