"Alright, let's get going. Let's head into the mansion," Nolan said, leading the group forward.
They walked toward the enormous white-bricked mansion that stood opposite the royal palace, its marble pillars gleaming under the morning sun.
As they stepped inside, the scent hit them first—rich, warm, and mouthwatering. A long dining table stretched across the grand hall just beyond the entrance, covered from end to end with luxurious delicacies: golden omelets, steaming rice, roasted meat glazed with honey, and cakes that sparkled under the chandelier lights.
Lyra's eyes widened. Her mouth literally started to water as she stared at the feast.
Without a second thought, she began tiptoeing toward the table, hands twitching like a thief about to strike.
Just as her fingers brushed near a piece of cake—
Nolan's hand shot out, grabbing the back of her clothes. "Oh no you don't."
"Wait—! Master, leave me! Just one bite! One tiny bite!" Lyra squirmed, trying to reach the food.
