The House of Helena
There was a knock on the grand door of House Helena.
Aclaric opened it with a calm expression. "Lord Charles."
Charles stepped inside without hesitation, his eyes sharp. "Where is William?"
Aclaric replied respectfully, "He is having breakfast."
Just then, Helena appeared at the top of the stairs, her elegant figure descending like a shadow. Her voice was cold."What are you doing here, Charles?"
"I've come to take William with me."
Helena narrowed her eyes, her voice rising with defiance. "I won't let you. He'll be in danger again."
She walked toward him, grasping his hands firmly. "Leave him here. Just for six years… after that, I'll return him to you."
Charles looked at her in disbelief. "Mother, what are you planning? Six years is a long time."
Her voice didn't waver. "Just trust me. Let him stay. I'll protect him. After six years… he will be ready."
Charles stared at her, uncertain—but then nodded. "Fine. But let me see him."
