The car finally rolled its way back into Leonamon, descending into the parking garage with a mechanical hum. The engine's quiet purr died down as the vehicle eased into its spot. With a click, I opened the door—and as soon as I stepped out, the familiar routine unfolded like a well-rehearsed ceremony. Two rows of women, lined up with military precision, bowed in perfect unison as if the very air around them was holding its breath in my presence.
"I swear, I'll never get used to this," Rose muttered, her voice low as her eyes swept across the bowing women. There was awe in her tone, but also discomfort, like she couldn't decide whether to be impressed or unsettled. She then turned toward me, her gaze sharpening. "By the way, you still haven't told me what Princess Myrcella meant when she mentioned that 'favor.' What was she talking about when she said you introduced yourself as a husband candidate?"
