Later that day, the vehicle that bore the crest of House BloodHaven cut through the evening mist as it slid through the inner districts of Nocturna as it moved towards the Estate.
In the back seat, Lilian sat in stillness crimson eyes fixed on the window as black spires blurred past. The air inside was perfumed faintly with lavender and crushed roses—her mother's taste, not hers.
Yet Lilian's thoughts were elsewhere, replaying the day's chaos. From her initially just planning to use Albedo as a shield to everything spiraling out of control.
With Valerian being thoroughly crushed, Albedo's hug and that brazen kiss, her cheeks burned anew at the memory. The whispers would not die quickly. She knew that much. In fact, she doubted the whispers would ever die.
The vehicle finally pulled through the outer courtyard of the BloodHaven Estate. The Estate was absolutely humungous, multiple extremely massive and luxurious buildings all enchanted with spacial formations.
