Finally, the carriage slowed to a halt after passing through the inner grounds of the estate.
The faint rattle of the wheels disappeared beneath them, replaced by the soft snort of the horses and the muted clink of their harnesses outside.
"We've arrived, young sir, my lady."
The coachman's voice came from the front, measured and deferential now that they had entered the heart of the Arcanis estate.
Ruvian glanced toward Calyra and gave her a small nod.
Then, without saying anything, he rose from his seat, pushed open the carriage door, and stepped outside.
The cold northern air touched his face.
Ruvian only spared his surroundings a brief glance before turning back toward the carriage.
'Now, for the first rule of thumb when visiting someone else's parents… show the utmost decorum.'
Stepping aside, Ruvian offered Calyra his hand with his palm turned upward, while his other hand lightly held the carriage door open for her.
