After getting back on his feet, the butler remembered something important and rushed to inform.
"My lady… we've arrived. The main gate is just ahead, but it's heavily guarded. That's why I stopped here, at a safe distance. Crossing won't be easy without force. I recognized several of your uncle's men."
Jax stayed silent for a few seconds, watching calmly. Then he turned his eyes toward Seraphina, who stood by his side, expectant.
"Then," he said, his voice low and seductive, "this will be your first task as priestess of the God of Dreams."
He stretched out his hands and Seraphina trembled as her body filled with energy, a warm and overwhelming torrent flooding through her veins. Before her, her common dress unraveled into glowing threads of light, replaced by a silver gown laced with golden filigree that shimmered with a divine glow. With his other hand, Jax conjured a scepter out of nothing—its shaft dark, its head crowned with a crystal that sparkled like it contained stars.
