Back in the Redwyn Manor, where peace and order were the norm, Evendur sat in a well-furnished living room that quietly reflected both wealth and discipline. Polished floors gleamed beneath carefully arranged furniture, and every detail—from the carved wood to the pristine drapery—spoke of control rather than excess. Two maids stood at his side, poised to respond at the slightest word.
Opposite him, his two daughters sat with bright, cheerful expressions, sharpening their swords with smaller blades. Sparks flickered with each stroke, yet neither flinched, completely absorbed in their task.
