After breakfast, Selene stood gracefully from the table.
"Both of you," she said, her voice taking on that authoritative tone. "Come to my study. There are matters we need to discuss before you return to the Academy."
Elina groaned but complied. Alaric simply nodded, following behind as they made their way through the manor's corridors.
When they entered Selene's private study, the transformation was complete.
Gone was the flustered woman from breakfast. In her place stood Baroness Selene Glimor—composed, elegant, every inch the noblewoman who managed an estate with ruthless efficiency.
She sat behind her desk, fingers steepled, her back straight. The morning light streaming through the window cast her in an almost regal glow.
"Sit," she instructed.
Both took the chairs across from her.
