The sun dipped lower by the time the forest path broke. The wide gates of the governor's estate loomed ahead. Guards stood stiff at either side, but when their eyes caught the man striding forward in his dark cloak, they straightened and swung the gates open without a word.
Berith walked in like he owned the place. Marcella followed, she tried not to gawk at the sprawling manor of pale stone rising beyond the hedgerows.
They were met in the courtyard by a man with silver at his temples, his smile as warm as summer wine. His robes of deep blue flowed elegantly as he descended the steps.
"Duke Berith," he greeted with his rich voice. "At last, Velmira's doors are honored by your presence. I feared you'd keep me waiting another week."
Berith inclined his head, ever the composed noble. "Governor Luthais. Business in the capital delayed me."
