In the next few days, the Matten estate transformed from a home to a fortress.
Well, it already was, but this time, there were powerful guests sweeping in and out of its gates.
Where before there were cozy rooms and comfortable conversation, all that was left now was beautifully decorated upholstery and razor-edged politicking.
Nobles, lords, envoys, and diplomats streamed in from across the Monarchy like blood-scented wolves wrapped in gold. Every guest brought gifts. Every smile covered their greed. And every word hid the blades they held at the ready.
Ezra stood as the unmoving pillar at the heart of it all.
Dressed in a beautiful black suit, Ezra received them all with unshakeable calm. His eyes were neutral, betraying little. His words were courteous but never warm.
