The front of the castle stood in quiet preparation to receive Lord Varent on his arrival.
The morning air carried a faint chill, softened only by the pale stretch of sunlight that filtered through the towering walls.
Adele stood at the top of the steps, still and composed as she waited.
Her posture was perfect, with her chin lifted just enough to suggest dignity without arrogance. The soft fabric of her gown fell around her in clean, deliberate lines, untouched by the wind.
Behind her, two maids stood in silence.
Adele's attention remained fixed on the gates ahead. Her father's instructions echoed clearly in her mind to receive Lord Varent properly, and not embarrass him.
Her fingers curled slightly against her sides.
The sound of wheels broke through the quiet.
A carriage rolled through the gates slowly. Its presence immediately drew the attention of every servant within the yard. The horses slowed as they approached the steps, their hooves striking softly against stone.
