In the afternoon, the Zenithara estate was very quiet.
All the chores were finished, so the servants were resting in their rooms.
Only a few people were moving around.
Sometimes, you could hear the soft clinking of armour when a knight walked past on his rounds.
Inside the big hall, the family members were relaxed.
Everyone looked calm and happy, everyone except one person.
Edward was pacing back and forth in front of the main gate.
He kept biting his nails. His boots made small sounds on the stone path. He looked worried.
"Damn it," he murmured to himself. "I should not have been so careless."
He stopped and stared down the long road that led away from the estate.
His face was full of anxiety. His hands felt cold even though the sun was warm.
After he ended things with Salena, he had felt pain in his chest.
But at the same time, he also felt a little proud.
He had not bent or changed his mind.
