The gate opened.
The guard's hands were still shaking when he pulled the latch, and he kept his eyes fixed on the ground the entire time, not daring to look up. Lena walked through without another word.
The estate grounds were wide and well kept. Stone paths cut between manicured hedgerows, and the main building sat at the far end of a long approach, three stories tall with wide windows and a roof that curved slightly at the edges in the demon architectural style she was still getting used to.
It was a style that favored weight. Everything looked like it was built to last longer than the people inside it.
A servant was already moving toward her from the entrance steps before she was halfway up the path.
"Sir Ollen is expecting you," he said, giving a short bow. "Please follow me."
She followed him inside.
