It was the fated day. Adonis finally decided to get his answers from Kingsbane family.
The front gates did not open. They simply dissolved into fine black powder as the carriage of the Emperor materialized within the courtyard, forged from the very shadows of the valley.
Adonis stepped out first, his movements fluid and entirely devoid of haste. Behind him emerged Adelaide,She wore the modest robes of a high priestess, her face pale but beautiful, her eyes fixed on the towering stone doors of the home where she had once been systematically killed.
Mariana followed close behind Adonis.
The heavy oak doors of the manor house were unlocked.
When Adonis pushed them open, the echo ran through the empty corridors like a death knell.
There were no knights to greet them. There were no high-ranking lords waiting to negotiate.
