As Ethan walked back through the long stone hallway, a quiet voice came from his side.
"My Lord, will it be alright?" Oliver asked, worry clear on his face. His brow was furrowed and his hands were clenched behind his back.
"Things might not go well."
Ethan glanced at him and gave a calm smile. "Don't worry, Oliver. I will sort that out," he said with steady confidence, though his steps did not slow.
The servant guiding him stopped at a turn, and there, standing under the glow of a lantern, was a graceful woman in a flowing gown. Her presence filled the corridor, and Ethan paused at once. Even without meeting her before, he could tell who she was from her noble features and calm bearing.
Besides that the dress was something he designed personally.
Ethan bowed his head respectfully. "Greetings, Duchess Emma," he said, his tone polite and measured.
