Swoosh~
The night wind blew past the great mansion with a ferocious whoosh—like a warning of what was to come.
The somber music could still be heard within the walls of the house, and the indistinct chatters echoed as people continued with their discussion in merry—a cacophony of laughter and cheers.
But this was only in the hall.
In a room separate from that, two figures stood in a rather empty space.
Diego turned to look at the Queen, confusion etched on his face.
"So? Where's the person?" Diego raised a brow as he looked around.
The Queen looked around nervously, biting her lips. "I'm sorry, he's not here yet... Give him a minute or two, and he'll be here with us."
She rubbed her hands together with a forced smile on her face.
'They had me disturb Sir Diego, and now they aren't here? What the hell is all of this?'
Her smile faltered, and her eyes narrowed slightly in annoyance—her brows twitching.
Diego could easily read the Queen's expression.
