Mrs. Winslow —wife of Aiden Winslow.
What was so special about that title?
No one understood.
"Winslow —which influential family is it?" someone asked, curiosity laced in their tone.
"I don't know, never heard of it."
"Could it be some new family who recently shifted here?"
"There has been no such news."
But Castille's earlier words had caught everyone off guard. The murmurs rippled through the hall again, hushed yet insistent, each person leaning closer to the next, seeking answers. But getting none.
It seemed like none of them had heard it before.
Lorien watched them all, and his lips curled up in a slight smirk before he spoke again.
"I, Lorien Castille, am known for only serving the royals," he said smoothly, his voice carrying the note of pride and unmistakable weight. "Yet even with such priorities, I came down personally to serve Mrs. Winslow's request. Who do you think she is?"
People were stunned.
