{Third Person}
Night had already settled fully over the palace by the time Alexander finally returned to the residence.
The cold outside had worsened significantly. Frost clung faintly to the stone pathways, and the sharp winter wind swept through the palace grounds.
The moment Alexander stepped into the residence with a servant behind him, Barron looked up from where he had comfortably occupied one side of the living area with a cup of hot tea in hand.
"You're finally back," he said lazily.
Alexander removed his gloves without much interest in conversation.
Then Barron suddenly remembered something. "Oh, right," he said casually. "Your wife was looking for you earlier."
Alexander's movements paused slightly.
Barron noticed and continued, watching Alexander carefully, "She said she wanted to discuss something with you."
Alexander glanced at him briefly. "Did she say what it was about?"
Barron shook his head. "No. But she looked serious enough."
