It was their last night in Silverfall. The atmosphere around the dinner table was warm and easy—everyone savoring the evening, sharing quiet glances and lingering words, knowing that tomorrow they would have to return to their respective responsibilities. The fire crackled softly in the background, casting golden light on the wooden panels and reflecting in the crystal goblets.
Just then, the housekeeper entered, bowing politely before announcing, "Your Highness, Miss Alexia has come to see you."
Portia paused mid-bite and then nodded with a smile. "Let her come in."
A moment later, Alexia strolled into the room like she owned it—or at least pretended to. She was tall, striking, with sharp hazel eyes and a confidence that was hard to ignore. Her long dark hair was pulled into a loose braid, and unlike the dainty noblewomen of the capital, Alexia looked like someone who could win both a sword fight and a drinking match.
