The rest of the night passed in relative peace. No more assassins dared to strike after the brutal massacre in the courtyard, though the memory of the Black Covenant's ambush still lingered heavily in everyone's mind.
The air remained tense, ready for whatever is coming soon. Maxim didn't allow himself to relax. Even as the others rested.d, he worked quietly with the Borgia knights, preparing contingencies in case the assassins attacked again during their journey to the capital.
By dawn, the Wyndham estate had been secured. Patrols circled the grounds while the Borgia Knights scouts swept the surrounding forests for signs of enemies. The cold morning air carried the faint metallic tang of blood, though most of the carnage had been cleared away before the sun rose.
