Three days.
No word from Lixia.
Just... the quiet tick tock of the grandfather clock, the soft whisper of a midnight breeze through the open window.
She'd been trying to keep herself occupied—books to read, cleaning to do—but her thoughts kept drifting back to the distant dungeon.
The dungeon where Lixia was working—
Alone. And most likely losing track of time, knowing her.
Lena:"*Sigh*
Louise:"Lena, are you okay? You seem a bit down lately..."
She forced a bright smile, trying to shake off her anxiety.
Lena:"Tired, that's all, No big deal."
She replied, flipping a strand of hair over her shoulder. Louise raised an eyebrow, not buying it for a second.
Louise:"Uh huh. You sure? Because I swear you've sighed more times in the last hour than I have in a week. Spill."
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An hour ago, Lena were at the library and heard two people whispering. Lena and Louise shared a glance as they peeked around the bookshelf. Their parents were just two aisles away—leaning against each other, whispering and giggling like teenagers, completely oblivious to their audience.
Lena rolled her eyes.
Lena:"Honestly...You'd think they'd at least try and act a bit more dignified."
She muttered under her breath.
Louise :"Shh! They might hear you!"
As they snuck away unnoticed, Lena and Louise exchanged amused glances.
Lena:"I swear, sometimes they act more like love-struck teenagers than parents,"
She said once they were safely back in Mona's room.
Louise:"You'd think after years of marriage they'd, I don't know, settle down a bit."
While Louise flopped onto the bed, grinning.
Louise:"Yeah, right. If anything, they're getting worse."
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As Louise looked down, she saw Mona—holding a ragdoll in one hand, while the other still clutched Louise's skirt as if asking for something. Louise chuckled softly, kneeling down to look at her little sister with a warm smile.
Louise:"What's up, little one? Why are you tugging at my skirt like that?"
Louise watched as Mona held up her doll, her confused expression slowly turning into realization.She knew her little sister well enough to decipher these silent cues, and the tugging on her skirt was a clear sign: Mona wanted to play. Louise chuckled again.
Louise:"Aww, you want us to play with you, huh?"
Mona nodded, holding the doll out even further, as if to emphasize her wish. Louise couldn't help but smile.
The afternoon sun dipped lower as the three girls sat in a circle, surrounded by scattered dolls, makeshift crowns made of paper flowers, and an elaborate story unfolding about a brave princess, a rogue butterfly knight (Lena), and a vampire queen who ruled the moon.
Three hours passed like minutes.
Mona giggled nonstop—her tiny voice lighting up the room—while Louise played both doting royal advisor and dramatic villain with equal flair. Lena threw herself into her role with full theatrical commitment.
"Alas!" she declared, waving her doll dramatically. "The evil curse can only be broken... by true cookie love!"
Mona clapped her hands in delight.
And for that little while?
Lena forgot about Lixia's dungeon.
Forgot about blueprints waiting to ignite.
Even forgot time itself.
Because here—in this warm room filled with laughter and imagination—
she was just Lena: big sister, storyteller... maybe even queen of silly voices forever.
But deep down?
She knew...
Five days wasn't that long.
And when it ended?
The world would change again.
One butterfly-powered revolution at a time.
The peaceful scene of doll play was interrupted as a knock echoed through the room. Louise got up from her position on the floor and headed for the door.
Louise:"I got it!" she called out, disappearing into the hallway for a moment.
Meanwhile, Lena was still in full dramatic mode, making the doll version of the vampire queen glide through the air in an elaborate dance with the butterfly knight. The door creaked open and it was one of their maids.
"My lady's lunch is ready, please come to the dining room"
Louise:"Alright"
Lena reluctantly set down her dolls, feeling a pang of disappointment as the playful world they'd immersed themselves in started to fade. Louise, standing at the door, glanced back at her with an understanding smile. "Time for lunch," she said, echoing the maid's message. Lena sighed, standing up from the carpet.
Lena:"Already?"
She muttered. Just as she was about to follow Louise out, a thought hit her
Mona:"Wah!"
She wobbled unsteadily, one hand clutching the edge of the bed, her tiny legs trembling as she pushed herself up. Her wide eyes were filled with determination—and just a hint of fear. Louise gasped and dropped to her knees, arms outstretched.
Louise"That's it! You've got this!"
Lena crouched down too, clapping softly.
Lena:"Come on, Mona! Just take one step~ You're stronger than you think!"
The little girl swayed—her ragdoll forgotten on the floor—as she locked eyes with Lena.
Then... a wobble.
A stumble—
But no fall.
She caught herself, giggling nervously as she gripped the bedframe tighter.
Louise:"Look at you, You're about to make your first steps and we get to witness it."
While, Lena grinned ear to ear.
Lena:"History in the making,"
She said quietly—her heart full in ways words couldn't describe.
And for now?
Lunch could wait.
"So cute! It would've been nice if we have something to record this scene..."
As Lena watched Mona's determined face—the wobbling balance, the hesitant steps—a thought sparked in her mind.
The maid's words about recording the scene stirred something within her.
Record this moment.
Record it, save it on crystal memory, so Mona would never forget the pride and love in their eyes as they watched her take her first steps.
It was a beautiful idea.
Lena: "A recording..."
Louise, oblivious to her thoughts, beamed proudly.
Mona stood tall—wobbling just a little, but standing all on her own.
Her face lit up at the clapping, eyes sparkling with joy and pride.
She let go of the bedframe for just a second—arms out like she was balancing on air—and giggled as Louise gasped.
Louise:"She's doing it! She's really doing it!"
While Lena clapped louder, grinning from ear to ear.
Lena:"That's my little sister! Future champion of standing and walking!"
The maid sniffled, wiping a tear with her apron. "I'll tell the others later... this is too precious."
And as Mona took one shaky step forward—then another—
Lena felt that familiar warmth in her chest again.
Not just love.
She didn't just want to build cool things with Lixia...
She wanted to capture moments like this forever.
And if magic couldn't record memories?
Then she'd bring back technology one piece at a time—
Starting with a camera.
One more reason to knock on that dungeon door in five days.
"Wait 'til you see what I'm bringing you next, Lixia," she whispered under her breath, still clapping.
"Movie magic is coming."
Mona took one step, then another, her tiny legs wobbling with each movement.
Lena, Louise, and the maid clapped louder, squealing with joy as they watched her steady herself.
Lena:"Go, Mona! You're doing it!"
She cheered, a wide grin on her face. While Louise laughed and clapped.
Louise:"This is amazing! She's really doing it all on her own!"
The maid wiped happy tears from her cheeks.
"My lady, she's growing so fast... soon her little legs will be running around like a little tornado."
As Mona stumbled on a forgotten toy, she was about to take a nasty fall—but before she could even yelp in surprise or cry, Lena sprang forward like an eager superhero.
She caught Mona just in time, the little girl's weight safely in her arms. Mona froze for a split second, processing the sudden turn of events—before wrapping her arms tightly around Lena's neck and letting out a soft giggle. Lena, initially surprised, felt her heart melt at the sudden affection.
A warm smile spread across her face as she gently stroked Mona's tiny cheek.
Louise pouted, a slight pang of jealousy in her voice. "No fair," she said, eyeing the heartwarming scene.The maid chuckled softly, a knowing smile on her face.
"Don't worry, dear, You were just like that at her age. Always wanting all the attention."
She crossed her arms in mock offense.
Louise: "No, I wasn't! You exaggerate."
Mona, still hanging from Lena's neck like a koala, let out another giggle.
As Lena set Mona down in her crib, the little girl let out a small whimper, clearly unhappy to lose her big sister's company. But before she could start fussing, Lena gently ruffled her hair.
Lena:"Don't worry, Mona, we'll come back to play later. We're just going to eat now."
She whispered that made Mona eventually relaxed, eyes fluttering closed as she clutched her ragdoll. The maid waited patiently outside, having briefly forgotten her task but quickly remembering as they emerged from the room.
***
The moment Lena and the others entered the dining room, they were met with a chilling sight. Their mother sat at the head of the table, her gaze glacial. Their father and brother, who were seated nearby, were already visibly sweating under her icy stare. Amelia's voice, dripping with sweetness and false warmth, hung heavy in the air.
Amelia:"There you are, We've been waiting."
She said, fixing them with a chilling smile.
Louise:"U-Um uh we were just..."
The maid froze under Lady Amelia's frost-laced gaze, her hands trembling slightly at her sides.
All color drained from her face.
Her lady tilted her head, still smiling—too sweetly.
Amelia:"Well? Cat got your tongue? Or did you forget your place?"
Just as the air grew thick with tension...
Lena:"Mother."
She stepped forward, calm as ever, slipping between the trembling maid and her mother like a shield made of sheer nerve.
Lena:"We were helping Mona take her first steps, She walked, Mom. That's why we're late."
She said plainly—voice light, but firm.
Silence.
Even James and Thomas stopped fidgeting to stare.
Amelia blinked once... then slowly softened.
Her icy aura flickered out like a snuffed candle.
Amelia:"...She walked?"
Lena nodded, grinning now. "Yep! And I caught her when she almost fell—you should've seen it!"
A beat passed—
Then Amelia sighed dramatically before breaking into a smile so sudden it startled everyone at the table.
Amelia:"Oh my stars... And you didn't come running to tell me immediately?"
The tension shattered in an instant as laughter rippled through the room—and even the poor maid let out a shaky breath of relief behind them both.
Because Lena knew something most didn't:
Even ice queens melted for baby's first steps...
and clever daughters who knew exactly when to drop miracles on demand.
The previously frigid atmosphere thawed into a wave of laughter and sighs of relief.
Lena and Louise sat at the table, still grinning from ear to ear. Thomas and James, the silent observers, exchanged a glance as if saying "thank goodness that's over."
The poor maid inched toward the door, grateful to escape the tension, her heart rate finally beginning to return to normal.
Once the atmosphere had calmed, Amelia cleared her throat, still grinning widely.
Amelia:"So tell me, how many steps did she take?"
Lena beamed, practically glowing with pride.
"Three whole steps!" she said, holding up three fingers like it was a major victory—which, to her, it absolutely was.
Amelia clapped her hands together. "Oh! My little blossom is growing so fast!" She sighed dreamily. "Next thing we know, she'll be running through the halls and hiding in wardrobes again."
James chuckled into his soup. "Just like you used to do at that age."
Thomas smirked. "I still say the best prank was when she hid in your wardrobe during a noble visit and scared Lady Harlow half to death."
Amelia shot him a mock-glare—but couldn't hide her smile.
Lena just laughed, twirling her fork with satisfaction.
And as the dinner continued—warm food on warm plates under warm laughter—she let herself stay present for once.
No thoughts of Lixia's dungeon...
No scheming about inventions or memories...
Just family...
and one very tiny milestone no magic could ever truly replace.
But hey—maybe soon?
With just a little help from a certain vampire?
She'd make sure even this moment could be relived forever
Then, Louise chimed in, wide-eyed and full of praise.
Louise:"It was amazing! She moved so fast, it was like she knew exactly what was gonna happen. She moved before anybody could even blink!"
Their father nodded, chuckling with a mix of pride and wariness.
James:"And don't I know it. We were practicing stances and swordplay, and she almost cut my head off with her new training sword. I'm telling you, that girl might end up a warrior in the making if she keeps this up."
She rolled her eyes half-heartedly at her father's statement.
Lena:"Okay, you have to stop telling that story. I barely grazed you, but you act like I almost beheaded you on the field."
Thomas chuckled. "Well, it was pretty close, you admit."
Lena shot him a mock glare. "I was just trying to disarm you, alright? Not behead you."
James:"Whatever you say sweetheart, We can just say you 'barely missed' to protect your feelings."
Lena huffed.
Amelia just laughed.
Thomas:"Seems like it... looks like your going to have a bright future ahead of you Lena~"
Lena and Louise exchanged a quick, knowing glance—eyebrows slightly raised, smirks playing at the corners of their lips.
So they're back to normal now, Lena thought. No more cold sweats. No more trembling under Mother's aura.
Just brothers pretending they weren't seconds from full-on panic. Louise twirled her fork with feigned innocence.
Louise:"A bright future, huh? That's rich coming from the one who still can't tell which end of the quill goes in the ink."
Then, Thomas shot her a look.
Thomas:"I was distracted! Literature is complicated!"
Lena:"Sure, And I'm sure that's why you mixed up 'romance' with 'rhetoric' on your essay."
James burst into laughter.
Amelia simply shook her head, hiding a smile behind her napkin. The tension was gone—replaced by teasing warmth, clinking silverware, and the comfort of being together again.
And as Lena took a bite of stew—
she let herself believe it for just a moment:
That she could have both worlds.
This one: full of family and first steps...
And another: somewhere beyond dungeon doors... waiting to be remade.
One butterfly-powered miracle at a time.
Lena:"(Thinking back... I used to catch my little brother once, when he first just started walking)"
Louise:"Lena, your blushing... Do you a crush on someone?"
Lena blinked, snapping back to reality—only to find four pairs of eyes suddenly glued to her, all smirking.
"Crush?" she echoed, her blush deepening despite herself. "W-what? No! I was just... thinking about something else!"
Louise leaned forward with a sly grin. "Uh huh. That kind of smile doesn't come from 'something else.' That's the dreamy kind. The 'I-miss-his-face' kind."
Thomas snorted into his soup.
James perked up instantly. "Wait wait wait—my daughter has a love interest? Who is he? Do I need to throw him in the dungeon?"
Amelia calmly sipped her tea—but her ears were practically twitching with interest. Lena blinked, snapped out of her little trip down memory lane by the question. She turned to Louise, feigning nonchalance.
Lena:"What? No, no. Just... Just thinking about Mona's steps again, is all."
She rolled her eyes.
Louise:"Please, you were practically glowing. That's classic 'love on the mind' expression." She nudged her with a sly grin. "Admit it—you're totally into someone, aren't you?"
She laughed awkwardly, hoping to deflect.
Lena:"No, it's really not that."
But she could see the curiosity in their eyes—Thomas' sly smirk, James' raised eyebrow.
Amelia looked intrigued, still hiding a smile.
Thomas:"Oh, come on, Lena, You're blushing and smiling like a love-drunk fool. Spill! Who's the lucky guy?"
Lena:"I-I was just thinking about Mona's steps, that's all! Besides It's not like meeting any boys when I'm always inside the manor..."
The table erupted in gentle teasing laughs—Thomas rolling his eyes, James snickering into his soup, Louise elbowing Lena playfully. Even Amelia couldn't stop the chuckle.
Louise:"Oh, please, Like any young noble in the nearby provinces wouldn't give an arm and a leg just to get a glimpse of you."
While, Thomas leaned in, smirking.
Thomas:"Exactly. You could have any guy you want, and you're sitting here pining over some nonexistent crush."
She blinked, her utensils pausing mid-air.
"Phew... thank goodness?"
She shot a confused glance at her father—why did he sound relieved? Like she'd just dodged some invisible bullet?
James caught her stare and immediately cleared his throat, shoving a whole potato in his mouth like it could shield him from interrogation. Amelia noticed. Of course she did.
She side-eyed him with that look—the one that said "We will be discussing this later."
But Lena didn't press. She just... let it go.
For now.
Instead, she focused on her food, the warmth of the meal wrapping around her like a blanket. The laughter. The teasing. The way Thomas was now arguing with Louise about proper fork etiquette (because of course he was).
And deep inside?
That quiet little ache returned—the memory of tiny hands gripping hers in another life...
a boy's unsteady wobbles...
a laugh lost to time...
She smiled softly again—just for a second—
and whispered into silence:
"You'd love Mona, little brother..."
James:"That's right. We're going to discuss some of the new tax regulations they're imposing, see if we can negotiate better terms and all that fun stuff." He made a face.
Meanwhile, Amelia just chuckled—she knew how much James disliked going to the capitol.
Amelia:"Ah, yes, nothing screams fun like taxes and trade agreements, You must be thrilled."
She said sarcastically. James smiled softly, reaching across the table to squeeze her hand.
James:"I won't, I promise, I'll take breaks, get enough sleep; I won't even drink so much coffee this time."
Amelia:"You mean you're actually going to sleep instead of downing coffee like it's the last thing keeping you alive? I'll believe it when I see it, old man."
It was a scene the children had grown accustomed too: their parents' little moments of affection and banter. The eye rolls and exasperated sighs were just a show. Secretly, they found it endearing, even if their friends would tease them endlessly for it.
But for now, they left their parents to their warm smiles and whispered words, slipping out of the dining room like shadows.
***
AFTER LUNCH
Their brother rolled his eyes, slumping into the nearest couch with a groan.
Thomas:"Seriously, it's sickening, Do they have to flirt at the dinner table?"
His older sister plopped down next to him, grinning.
Louise:"Oh, please, I think it's sweet. They're still head over heels for each other, even after all these years! Goals, if you ask me."
He made a gagging noise.
Thomas:"No way. I'm never falling in love"
Lena:"Uh-huh, we even saw them flirting at the library"
He recoiled at Lena's words, his expression shifting from shock to disgust.
Thomas:"They were flirting... at the library?"
He repeated, shuddering dramatically. That made Louise smirked.
Louise:"Yep, caught them red-handed. Whispering and giggling like teenagers."
Thomas:"Oh sweet gods... that's just wrong. Libraries are sacred places! Not make-out spots!"
Lena:"Just give up, there's nothing we can do about it"
He groaned, throwing his head back in frustration.
Thomas:"But it's so gross! You'd think they'd have more self-control by now. They're grown adults, for heaven's sake, not teenagers!"
She sighed, shaking her head with a knowing grin.
Lena:"You can moan and complain all you want, but you know they're not going to stop."
Louise:"Yeah, you might as well accept that they're hopelessly in love."
The siblings parted ways at the top of the grand staircase, each vanishing into their own chambers like weary soldiers retreating after battle.
Thomas slammed his door—lightly enough not to earn a scolding, but with just enough drama to emphasize his suffering.
Louise giggled as she passed by. "Still mad about love, brother?"
"Shut up!" came the muffled yell through wood.
Lena simply smiled to herself as she stepped into her room—soft moonlight spilling across her desk, scattered with half-drawn schematics and a well-worn history book on Beltran Kingdom.
She glanced out the window.
Somewhere beyond the garden walls...
deep beneath stone and ancient magic...
a certain vampire was still at work in her dungeon lab.
And soon?
Very soon—
the next chapter would begin.
***
Lena let out a weary sigh, her face sinking into the softness of the pillow. The day's events played in her mind again—her family, her parents, the meal, all the laughter and the love.
And her father's comment at the end... about going to the royal capital. She hadn't given it much thought at the time, but now?
Suddenly it felt like a key that didn't quite fit its lock.
She turned over, staring up at the ceiling in the dark.
What was he going there for?
She pondered the conversation over dinner, her mind drifting back to her father's announcement.
Lena:"That's right... Father's going to the royal capital, He said he had some business to discuss with the other merchants."
It was supposed to be a peaceful evening: James hunched over his desk, sorting through paperwork and planning his upcoming trip. But then the sound of the door slamming open shattered the silence. James nearly leaped from his seat, pen still in hand, as Lena charged in like a storm.
Lena:"Father!"
She exclaimed, her voice echoing through the room. James took a deep breath, bracing himself.
James:"Hello, darling. Is there a reason you're shouting?"
Lena:"Sorry father, But can I... come with you?
Her father blinked, his pen slipping from his fingers and clattering to the desk.
James:"Come... on my business trip? You want to come to the royal capital? With me?"
He wasn't entirely sure he'd heard correctly. It wasn't unnatural of for children to accompany their parents on errands sometimes, but... this was Lena. The one who rarely even left the estate. James exhaled, his usually firm demeanor softening at the sight of his daughter's puppy-dog eyes.
James:"Fine, You can come with me to the royal capital. Just... promise me you'll stay within arm's reach the entire time."
He conceded, his voice more resigned than strict.
Lena's excitement was palpable—the joy practically radiating off her in waves. But a faint flicker of concern passed over James' face as he spoke, his mind already calculating the conversation he'd have with Amelia.
James:"Right... I'll have to let your mother know, I have a feeling she'll have some thoughts on this decision..."
He said, the thought of explaining the whole situation to her already giving him a slight headache. Lena flashed her trademark charming grin, a flicker of mischief glinting in her eyes.
Lena:"Alright, alright, I'm going,"
She said, turning towards the door. But she paused at the threshold, glancing back at her father with a playful smirk.
Lena:" And just so you know,"
She added, her voice a mischievous whisper,
Lena:"if Mother starts scolding? I'm throwing you under the carriage."
And with that, she slipped out of the room, leaving James with the thought of impending parental wrath looming over him.
***
She stood before her wardrobe, a flicker of curiosity in her eyes. She ran a hand through her hair, considering what to wear.
Lena:"I can't wear something too... eye-catching, The last thing I need is to stand out in the royal capital."
As her frustration grew, a few butterflies fluttered into the room, swirling around her. One landed gently on her fingertips, leaving a soft glow.
Lena:"Maybe..."
She said suddenly, her mind sparking with an idea.
Excitement sparkled in her eyes as Lena took in her reflection, running her hands over the soft fabric of her new dress. The black and pink color scheme suited her perfectly, the butterfly patterns adding an elegant touch. And the long sleeves... a clever move, she thought. They'd keep her warm in the cool capital. But it was the beret hat with the pink ribbon that felt like the crowning touch. It completed the outfit, turning it into the perfect blend of stylish and inconspicuous.
As Lena admired her new look in the mirror, her gaze caught the little butterfly perched comfortably on her shoulder. It's delicate wings fluttered lazily, as if in agreement with her own satisfaction.
Lena:"Perfect,"
She thought, tilting her head to look closer. She smiled, gently reaching up to stroke the butterfly's back with a single finger. It seemed to respond, fluttering its wings almost affectionately in response. Lena snapped out of her daze just as her father's voice boomed through the door.
James:"Lena! Are you almost done changing? It's time to go—!"
She glanced at the butterfly on her shoulder.
Lena:"One sec, father! I'm finishing up my grand transformation!"
The little butterfly gave a playful flutter around her head—one final swirl—before landing softly on the brim of her black beret, like a living accessory.
Lena struck a quick pose in the mirror.
Black dress with soft pink butterflies?
Check.
Cute beret with ribbon flair?
Check.
Mysterious charm and undeniable style?
Double check.
Lena:"Alright,"
She whispered to herself, heart buzzing like wings in flight.
Lena:"Time to see what the royal capital is like... and maybe drop a little magic while I'm at it."
With one deep breath—and a giggle—she opened the door.
And stepped into adventure.
As the door opened, revealing Lena in her stylish new getup, James' serious expression melted into a delighted smile. He was all dressed and ready to go in his own attire, brown vest suit and all.
James:"Well don't you look like a little butterfly princess,"
He said, his tone warm and amused. Lena curtsied with a flourish of her hand. "A butterfly queen," she corrected, grinning.
Lena:"One fit for the royal capital."
She gave him a dramatic twirl, the skirt of her dress fanning out gracefully.
Lena:"You like?"
She asked, feigning a demure pose. James chuckled at her antics.
James:"Very much, We're rather well-matched, it seems."
He replied, adjusting the lapel of his jacket.
Lena:"Thank you but... I feel like you're missing something..."
The butterflies swarmed around James, not attacking—but wrapping his coat in soft, shimmering pink ribbons made of pure magical thread, like something out of a noble's parade.
James:"HEY! LENA! Not again! I won fair and square in that sparring match!"
He yelped, trying to wave them off. Lena grinned, hands clasped behind her back.
Lena:"Too bad~ You're the dandy-dad now.
He struggled dramatically as the last butterfly tied a tiny bow right on top of his vest. James turned slightly, catching the glint of the butterfly brooch pinned neatly to his lapel—delicate, handcrafted with shimmering thread, and weirdly perfect. He reached back to feel the symbol on his coat. A soft smile tugged at his lips.
James:"...You did this?"
He asked quietly, voice suddenly warm. Lena nodded sheepishly.
Lena:"The butterflies helped... but yeah. I wanted you to have something cool too."
James chuckled—softly at first, then full-on laughing as he pulled her into a sideways hug.
James:"Alright, Maybe being fabulous isn't so bad... if it means walking into that meeting looking like I've got magic on my side."
He said, ruffling her hair with one hand while still admiring the brooch with the other. Lena grinned up at him.
Lena:"Exactly! Now who's just a stuffy merchant? You're Lord James Dunham — Champion of Butterflies and Deals!"
He groaned playfully—but didn't take it off.
Because deep down?
He loved it.
And besides...
If Amelia was going to scold him for letting Lena come...
At least he'd look amazing while doing it.
James:"You could be great fashion designer...."
Her cheeks flushed a little at the compliment.
Lena:"You're exaggerating, It was just a few ribbons and bows."
She waving it off. James shook his head, a warm grin on his face.
James:"Under-selling yourself already," he teased. "First the hat, now this... you could start a fashion empire with your talents, y'know."
Lena:"Right... me, a fashion queen? More like I'd end up accidentally tying people up in ribbons all day."
With a final smile, Lena linked her arm through her father's—her butterflies swirling playfully above them like a living halo.
Lena:"Let's go, Fashion Lord James,"
She said with a wink. Her father groaned but didn't pull away.
James:"Only you could make me proud and embarrassed at the same time."
And together, under the soft glow of twilight and trailing just a hint of magic...
The Dunhams stepped out—
a merchant draped in butterfly charm,
and his daughter who wove wonder from air and light.
Off to the royal capital.
Adventure?
Oh yes.
It had only just begun.
***
Their cheerful departure was halted as soon as they reached the doorway, where Amelia stood. The matriarch of the family wore her usual stern expression—though there was a spark of warmth in her eyes as her gaze went from Lena to James, then back.
Amelia:"Be careful, You know the capital can get rough. And for the love of everything, don't do anything reckless."
Thomas and Louise stood nearby, hiding grins behind their hands. Lena gave her mother a final, reassuring smile.
Lena:"We'll bring back some souvenirs, I promise," she said, her voice sincere.
Amelia's expression softened a fraction, the corners of her lips barely twitching. "You better," she replied, her voice laced with a hint of warmth. "And you" She turned her towards her husband.
Amelia:"You're in charge of keeping our little butterfly out of trouble."
He gave a mock salute.
James:"Yes, ma'am. Protecting princess butterfly is my top priority."
She sighed at the familiar lecture, but her smile remained cheeky.
Lena:"I know, Stay close, don't wander, don't talk to strangers... you've given me this lecture a million times, Mother."
Her mother just raised a single eyebrow.
Amelia:"And I'll give it a million more if I need to,"
She replied dryly. James chuckled, pulling Lena lightly towards the carriage.
James:"Come on, Let's get going before we get another lesson."
As James and Lena were about to head out, they heard a familiar voice—Louise, who came jogging over to catch up. Lena turned back, eyebrow raised in question.
Lena:"Yes?"
Louise:"Please bring us some souvenirs-?"
She blinked—then burst into a mischievous grin.
Lena:"Souvenirs? Only if you promise to keep my room spotless while I'm gone~.
She repeated, twirling a finger in the air. A tiny butterfly zipped out from her sleeve and did a loop-de-loop above her palm. Louise groaned dramatically.
Louise:"Ugh! Fine! But only if you get me that sparkly hairpin from Lady Mira's boutique!"
Thomas, who had been silently observing, perked up.
Thomas:"...And maybe some of those spiced almond candies?"
Lena:"Done and done—if they survive the royal marketplace."
She turned to her father with an exaggerated sigh.
Lena:"Father... we might need extra coin pouches."
James just chuckled, shaking his head as butterflies swirled playfully around them both.
The road ahead?
Full of promises...
and very small bribes.
But hey—worth it for the look on their faces when she returned with magic-laced trinkets and stories untold.
"Let's ride," Lena declared—and stepped toward adventure once more.
The carriage wheels began to turn, creaking softly as it rolled forward—Lena leaning out the window with a bright wave.
"Bye! Don't miss me too much!" she called, grinning.
Louise and Thomas waved back wildly. "Don't you dare forget our stuff!"
Amelia stood tall and composed—but as the carriage picked up speed, she lifted a hand in silent farewell, her stern mask slipping just enough to let warmth through.
Inside the carriage, Lena finally leaned back with a contented sigh. James smirked.
James:"Ready for your grand debut in the capital?"
She stretched like a cat settling into sunlight.
Lena:"Born ready."
And as the estate faded into the distance behind them...
butterflies danced above their heads—
tiny harbingers of magic,
mischief...
and memories yet to be made.
***
The carriage rocked softly with the motion of the road. Lena leaned back comfortably, legs curled on the velvet cushion.
Lena:"Something new?Like what?"
Her father crossed his legs, looking thoughtful.
Father:"That's the question, isn't it? I have a few ideas in mind... but the capital market is always changing. I want to know what others are finding success with."
She nodded firmly, leaning forward with sudden interest.
Lena:"Exactly! Change is a good thing. Keeps things exciting!"
Her father chuckled at her enthusiasm, a fond smile on his face.
James:"You always have been adventurous."
Lena:"Hehe~ Someone has to keep you from being a stuffy merchant all the time!"
He feigned a shocked gasp.
James:"Me? Stuffy?"
She grinned, triumphant.
Lena:"See? People get bored fast. But if you surprise them—something elegant, unexpected... maybe even magical—they'll remember it."
She said, twirling a strand of hair around her finger. James raised an eyebrow.
James:"Magical? Are you suggesting we sell enchanted trinkets now?"
She winked.
Lena:"Not saying that exactly... but wouldn't it be fun if the Dunham Company launched something no one saw coming?"
The carriage rolled on, sunlight flickering through the trees.
And somewhere in that quiet moment—
a father watched his daughter with soft pride,
realizing her mind wasn't just full of butterflies...
but bold ideas too.
Her father leaned back, folding his arms.
James:"It's not always that simple, Business in the capital can be fierce. Sometimes it's safer to stick to what works."
She rolled her eyes.
Lena: "And that's how you end up stuck in a boring routine," she retorted.
He chuckled at her stubbornness, shaking his head.
James:"You truly are my daughter. You get your passion from me, and your stubbornness from your mother."
The carriage rocked softly, the countryside rolling by in a blur of green and sunlight.
Lena:"What? You look like I just suggested selling rainbow-colored pigs."
She asked, raising an eyebrow at her father's quiet skepticism. James let out a low chuckle.
James:"I'm just not used to hearing my little Lena sound so..."
He paused, choosing his words carefully.
James:"So business-savvy."
The carriage rumbled onward as Lena watched her father's eyes—glinting with sudden thought. She'd sparked something.
Lena:"Exactly! Change is natural. Growth. Evolution. A process."
She went on, gesturing eagerly with animation. James' brow furrowed in contemplation.
James:"And... you think that's applicable to business?"
She grinned, leaning back in her seat.
Lena:"Of course. Everything, really. Why not?"
James:"Lena have you thought of-"
The carriage rolled to a gentle stop, wheels settling in the packed earth of the capital's outer gate. James blinked—just as he was about to say something important.
James:"Ah... already?"
Meanwhile Lena, still stunned from the unexpected head-pat (and slightly flustered), quickly gathered herself.
Lena:"You were saying, Father?"
But before he could respond, a soft knock came from outside—the driver's voice polite but firm.
"Sir, we have arrived."
Lena peeked out the window. Towering stone gates loomed ahead, bustling with merchants' wagons and noble carriages alike. Banners snapped in the wind. Guards stood at attention.
The Royal Capital—alive and pulsing with possibility.
Her father smiled warmly at her again—one of those quiet smiles that meant more than words—and tucked his hands into his sleeves.
James:"We'll finish this talk later, But for now..."
He reached down and offered her his hand like she was stepping onto a grand stage—
James:"Welcome to change."
The door swung open to a rush of noise—distant chatter, the clop of hooves, the creak of cart wheels. The air itself was heavier here, full of dust and promise.
James:"Here we are,"
He murmured, helping Lena out of the carriage. She took a deep breath, eyes wide with excitement as she beheld the chaotic beauty of the capital's main avenue. Merchants called out their wares. Horses whinnied. People milled about in a colorful whirlwind that seemed almost magical.
But for Lena... this was her kind of magic.
Hand-in-hand, father and daughter stepped out of the warm carriage and into the lively capital.
She took a breath of city air, eyes lighting up with excitement.
Lena:"So many people! And shops!"
She exclaimed, taking in the bustling main street. James chuckled.
James:"Pace yourself, my little butterfly, We have a few meetings to attend first."
He said, guiding her through the crowd.
***
The fountain's water sparkled under the midday sun, droplets catching rainbows in the air. A street musician played a soft tune nearby. Laughter rang from a café just down the path. Lena shifted on the marble bench, watching the crowd of strangers buzz through the capital.
Lena:"Old business partners, huh?"
Beside her, James nodded.
James:"Some of the best at what they do, But they can be somewhat... eccentric."
She raised an eyebrow.
Lena:"Eccentric, like how?"
But before he could answer, a familiar voice sounded behind them—loud, booming, and cheerful.
???:"Well, if it isn't the famous Lord James Dunham himself!"
Lena blinked, eyes widening as she took in the two men now standing before them. They were tall and sharply dressed—one in a deep green coat with gold trim, the other in a wine-red doublet covered with tiny embroidered stars—each looking every bit as flamboyant as their voices suggested.
???:"Late again? Honestly, James. You couldn't have picked somewhere classier than a fountain bench?"
???:"And who, is this adorable little butterfly?"
Said the second, peering past James at Lena with sudden interest. James sighed dramatically.
James:"Ah yes—the Twin Troubles arrive on cue."
She stifled a laugh.
James:"This, is Silas and Dorian—my beloved business partners... and unfortunately immortal sources of headaches."
Silas (in green) gasped like he'd been stabbed.
Dorian (in red) clutched his chest over-exaggeratedly.
"We were childhood friends!"
"You wound us!"
Lena:"So... you're not just business partners, You're basically family drama disguised as contracts."
Dorian winked at her instantly.
Dorian:"Oh? Sharp mind and charming looks? This one's trouble."
Her father stood up quickly—cutting between them like a shield—
James:"Now that introductions are done... shall we get to work?"
Silas groaned playfully.
Silas:"Ugh fine! But only because I'm starving."
And so—as sunlight danced off water droplets from the fountain—
three merchants walked toward destiny...
and one very curious girl followed closely behind,
already plotting something magical under her breath—and that little beret hat?
Tilted just slightly—
like rebellion waiting to bloom.
Next stop: The Grand Merchant's Table – where deals are made... and siblings mocked mercilessly 🦋💼
Lena bit back a grin, exchanging a playful eye-roll with the "twin troubles." James, meanwhile, was either ignorant or just didn't care—his smile the picture of faux innocence.
James:"But you are older,"
He teased.
Dorian:"By a few months!"
He exclaimed dramatically.
Silas:"Practically the same age, really,"
He muttered sounding mildly offended. Lena couldn't help giggling.
Lena:"You're arguing about age? Seriously? You all look like you're in your twenties!"
Dorian huffed dramatically, flicking imaginary lint off his sleeve. "Apology accepted—if only to erase that dreadful word from my ears."
Silas rolled his eyes. "And save us from more ancient jokes about wrinkles and creaky bones."
Lena bit back laughter. Their bickering was like watching two dramatic brothers fight... without the real bite.
James ignored their antics, striding ahead with a sigh.
"Can we please discuss something business-related?"
Lena stood up gracefully, smoothing her butterfly-patterned dress with a polite smile.
"Pleased to meet you," she said, giving a small curtsy. "I'm Lena Dunham."
Dorian's eyes sparkled instantly. "Oh my. So this is the legendary daughter? The one who tamed butterflies and makes them do her bidding?" He leaned in conspiratorially. "I've heard rumors—you once tied up an entire stable staff with ribbons made of light?"
Silas scoffed—though his tone was amused. "Don't believe everything you hear in taverns, Dorian." Then he winked at Lena. "...But also, how much of it's true?"
James groaned under his breath as Lena simply smiled—innocent yet mischievous—the very picture of "You'll never know."
"Maybe some day I'll show you," she said sweetly.
This? This was far more entertaining.
Next stop: The Meeting Hall... where deals are struck... and one girl quietly plots world domination via fashion magic 🦋💼✨
Silas clapped James on the shoulder with mock pity.
"Your daughter is terrifying."
And just like that—
the Twin Troubles were smitten.
Business could wait.
James:"Umm... Lena, how about you go buy the things that your brother and sister ask you to bring for them..."
She took the small sack with a knowing glint in her eye—her fingers brushing over the soft butterfly brooch pinned to her father's coat one last time.
Lena:"Don't worry, I'll be good. No magic mischief. Probably."
She said sweetly, turning toward the bustling marketplace. James opened his mouth—likely to add another warning—but Dorian cut in with a wave.
Dorian:"Let her go! She's clearly smarter than all of us combined."
Silas:"And far more dangerous,"
His twin added, watching Lena vanish into the lively crowd like a shadow wrapped in petals. Back at their table, James let out a long sigh as he adjusted his butterfly-decorated coat again—suddenly very aware that this meeting would be anything but normal.
And somewhere deep in the winding streets...
a certain girl was already weaving through stalls—
not just hunting for almond candies and sparkly pins...
but listening...
watching...
smiling at secrets only she could see.
Because if you're going to change an empire?
Best start by buying souvenirs—and making friends in hidden corners.
Next stop: The Hidden Bazaar – where magic is whispered and butterflies follow dreams 🌟🛍️🦋
***
Lena stepped out of Lady Mira's boutique, the bell over the storefront tinkling with every movement. She grinned, a small bag of almond spice candies in one hand—and a beautifully wrapped package holding an expensive beret pin in the other—and couldn't wait to deliver the gifts. As she made her way down the street, she noticed a few strange looks from passerbys... but also found herself getting a little too distracted by all the glittering wares.
One stall, in particular, caught her eye.
Lena's gaze lingered on a vibrant pink ribbon—a butterfly designed into delicate lace—displayed along with other hair accessories. The fabric was so fine you could feel its softness through the air—like holding a cloud.
Her fingers itched to touch it; her mind already imagining how it would look tied in her hair and how it would feel to wear.
She started reaching out...
"Did it caught your eye little one?"
She snapped out of her daze, her attention shifting to the stall lady. She blushed slightly, realizing that she'd been staring and almost reaching out without asking.
"Oh! Uh—" She fumbled, checking the small pouch of gold coins hidden in her skirt. "It's very pretty... but I... I don't have much..."
Lena's breath caught as the figure in the black cloak stepped forward—hood shadowing their face, but voice soft and calm.
???:"How much is it madam?"
"That would be 50 gold coins in total"
???:"50 gold coins? That's quite a price for a ribbon."
He repeated, tilting his head slightly. The stall lady crossed her arms.
"It's enchanted thread woven with silk from Moonlight Moths. That design? Hand-stitched by a royal artisan."
Lena winced—50 gold coins?! She barely had enough for Thomas and Louise's gifts.
But then—
the cloaked figure reached into his own pouch... and pulled out two glittering coins that shimmered faintly purple.
???:"Would you accept this instead?"
He asked quietly. The merchant blinked, picking one up and squinting at it.
"...Huh. Arcane alloy? From the northern mints?"
He nodded once.
???:"It's worth far more than 50 gold."
The woman hesitated—but only for a second before grinning wide.
"Now that, dearie, is what I call a deal!"
She snatched up both coins without hesitation—and handed over the ribbon with flair. Then he turned slightly toward Lena... who was now staring at him like he'd just performed magic in broad daylight.
Lena:"...You didn't have to,"
She whispered, eyes wide with disbelief—and maybe just a little wonder.
???:"Nonsense! A gentlemen must always help a lady in need... that's what my father used to say"
She found herself chuckling softly at the boy's gallant words.
Lena:"And your father's lesson must be quite wise,"
She replied, still stunned by his sudden appearance—and his unexpected act of kindness.
Lena:"But... I'm a stranger! Shouldn't you be saving your coins for someone you know? Friends, family, a... a sweetheart?"
The word sounded strange to her own ears.The boy shrugged, but there was warmth in his eyes—even though his face was still shadowed. Lena fumbled with the new ribbon, trying to tie it into her hair while keeping her beret in place—only for a lock to slip, then the bow to loosen.
She fumbled with the ribbon, trying to tie it into her hair one-handed—twisting and turning as strands slipped free.
Lena:"Almost... got... it..."
She muttered through clenched teeth, face slightly flushed. The cloaked boy stood awkwardly for a moment—then gently stepped forward.
???:"Uh. Look, Even a gentleman can't stand watching someone suffer from poorly timed hairstyling."
Before she could protest again—
he reached out and carefully took the ribbon from her fingers.
His hands were steady. Quiet.
And for just a second...
the air around them seemed to shimmer faintly—as if something old had recognized something new.
"Hold still," he murmured.
And right there, beneath the golden light of the capital's afternoon sun...
a nameless boy in black tied a butterfly ribbon into Lena Dunham's hair—
without knowing how deeply this tiny moment would spiral into legend later on.
???:"Done!"
Her fingers brushed the ribbon—now perfectly tied into a soft bow, just above her left ear. It felt... warm. Like it carried a whisper of magic.
Lena:"Th-thank you,"
She stammered, cheeks still flushed—not just from the touch, but from how right it felt. The boy stepped back, hands now tucked into his cloak. "Don't mention it."
A pause.
Then he added with quiet sincerity:
???:"Besides... butterflies should always look beautiful."
She fidgeted with the ends of the ribbon, feeling strangely aware of the boy's eyes.
Lena:"(I just let a stranger tie my hair.)"
The thought was almost as confusing as the odd sense of connection she felt. He was just a boy in a black cloak who walked in out of nowhere and saved the day with magic coins. She wasn't supposed to let strange boys make butterflies flutter in her chest.
Especially mysterious ones.
???:"By the way what is your name miss?"
She paused just before telling him her full name. She was supposed to introduce herself to nobles or business partners. Not boys who carried arcane coins.
Lena:"Um... just Lena, What about you?"
She was half-expecting him to say "No one". Or "Nobody". But the boy tilted his head and smiled—and that little gesture sent unfamiliar chills down her spine. Lena spun around instinctively at the sound of her father's voice. There he was—a familiar figure by the carriage, waving at her.
James:"LENA! IT'S TIME TO GO! OR I'LL LEAVE WITHOUT YOU~!"
Her heart skipped a beat. Lena winced, a mix of annoyance and resignation flooding her expression.
Lena:"(Of course.)"
In the midst of this strange moment, her father's booming voice shattered any bubble of mystery.
She huffed and glanced back at the boy in the cloak—a thousand things she should say on the tip of her tongue. But the butterflies fluttering in her chest were making it very hard to speak.
Lena:"Sorry, I need to go..."
???:"It's fine"
The boy in the cloak looked confused at first, not quite processing what she was holding. Then, as he realized what the crystal was, his expression shifted—he wasn't just surprised. He looked curious. Like finding a star among stones.
???:"For... me?"
The words sounded foreign on his tongue. Lena nodded, cheeks coloring.
Lena:"For... a gentleman like you in a cloak,"
She said—and instantly regretted how awkward that came out. The boy looked completely out of his element for a moment, staring at the crystal as if it would vanish the second he touched it.
???:"You... you don't just give out something like a fire crystal, Those can sell for a fortune! They—"
She shook her head, her lips curving into a half-smile.
Lena:"You helped me for nothing, Consider it payment."
The boy seemed stunned, staring at the glittering crystal in his palm like it was a secret between their shared moment. He watched as Lena hurried away, her hair swaying in the wind— And just as she disappeared into a stream of merchants, he called out—
???:"Wait!"
She turned just once—her smile glowing brighter than the fire crystal in his hand.
Lena:"Thank you for the ribbon!"
She called again, voice dancing over the crowd. And just like that—she vanished into the carriage, a flurry of butterfly ribbons and laughter trailing behind her.
The boy stood frozen on the street corner, hood still shadowing his face... but beneath it?
A flush. A dazed blink. The tiniest, most helpless smile creeping across his lips.
In one hand—the enchanted fire crystal pulsed warmly.
And as the carriage rumbled away...
a single thought formed in his mind—
"...Who was she?"
But deep down?
He already knew this wouldn't be their last meeting.
Fate had tied them together with something far stronger than thread...
With butterflies—and beginnings 🦋✨
???:"YOUNG MASTER!"
???:"Oh, Jed! You're here"
Jed:"Where have you been!? You were at my side and then gone in a split second!!"
???:"Hehe..."
The man huffed, crossing his arms—annoyance clear in his tone.
Jed:"Don't give me that 'hehe'. I turn my back for one second and you're gone."
???: "I just made a new acquaintance."
He paused.
Jed"...You did?"
The boy scratch his head in embarrassment while the man just sighed exasperatedly
Jed:"So~ did you finally found a gift for the princess?"
???:"..."
The figure in the black cloak stiffened slightly at the question—as if it had struck a nerve.
???:"Not quite,"
He admitted, shoving his hands into his pockets. Jed huffed in disbelief.
Jed:"You've been searching everywhere in the capital these past few days and you still haven't found anything?"
The boy shrugged, feigning nonchalance.
???:"It's just... she's princess. She deserves something special, you know?"
Jed:"Young master...?"
A quiet beat passed.
The boy's gaze lingered on the empty space near the ribbon stall—where fluttering pink fabric and soft laughter had once been. Then, slowly, he looked down at the fire crystal in his hand. It still pulsed faintly warm... like it remembered her touch.
???:"...Actually, I might have just found something better."
He said almost to himself. As he shown the crystal, the man eyes widen in shock.
Jed:"T-That's a fire crystal that costed 1,1000 GOLD COINS! How did the you get such an item? "
The boy shrugged nonchalantly, but there was a glint of satisfaction in his eyes when he saw Jed's astonished expression.
???:"It was an unexpected gift, From... a lady. She said it was payment for helping her with something."
He replied, rolling the crystal in his hands. Jed's jaw nearly dropped.
Jed:"You—You got this from a lady who needed your help?" he sputtered. "And she just gave you a fire crystal?!"
A smile curved from the boy's lips. The man noticed a slight flush from his cheeks which had him sigh deeply and massage his temples.
Jed:"Oh, don't tell me you fell in love with another girl other than the princess-!"
???:"HUH!? WAIT-! how did get that conclusion!?"
The boy immediately sputtered, his flushed cheeks now burning brighter than the fire crystal in his palm.
???:"F-Fell in love?! What—Where did that come from?"
He blurted, trying to sound indignant. But his voice cracked slightly—a tell-tale sign of nervousness. Jed shook his head, still massaging his temples.
Jed"You're smiling like a love-struck fool. And you're blushing. It's not exactly a hard conclusion to make. You think, you can fool your own servant and caretaker!? Hah, I've seen you hopelessly falling in love with the princess at first sight!! And now you have feelings for some commoner girl!?"
???:"NO! I'M NOT! And she's not a commoner... she look like a noble girl who dresses quite strangely..."
The boy crossed his arms, trying (and failing) to appear unfazed.
???:"Alright, alright! So I've maybe taken a liking to her. But that doesn't mean I'm in love with her!"
The man raised an eyebrow, clearly not convinced.
Jed:"And how exactly do you know she's not a commoner? Because from what you've described, she sounds like a girl you randomly met near a stall who somehow gave you a fire crystal as payment."
The boy fell quiet, mulling over Jed's words. The girl's mysterious power, her sudden disappearance, the fact that she was collecting a fire crystal... His eyes flicked down to the crystal in his hand, and for a brief moment, he seemed lost in thought. Jed watched him closely, his expression softening into a mix of concern and curiosity.
Jed:"You've... really taken an interest in this girl, hm?"
He murmured. The boy looked up, snapping back to reality.
???:"...Just... something about her feels different,"
He said quietly.
Jed:"Young master, Remember your 'Edmund Dran' The second son of the duke family and the fiance of the crown princess ' Rosalie Avilan Beltran' of this kingdom... You can't fall in love with some random girl other than the princess..."
The boy—Edmund Dran—stilled.
The title landed like a stone in still water.
For a moment, even the bustling capital seemed to quiet around him. The weight of his name. His duty. His arranged future.
Edmund:"...I know,---I know who I am."
He said quietly, fingers curling gently around the fire crystal. But then he looked back toward where Lena had stood—the place where she smiled and called out her thanks—and whispered:
Edmund:"I just... don't know why it feels like I've met someone who changed something inside me."
Jed:"You used to be infatuated with her highness Rosalie... But now your falling over for some mysterious girl..."
Edmund closed his eyes, the weight of his conflicted feelings bearing down on him.
Yes... he had been infatuated with Rosalie, the princess. He had courted her, as was expected of him. He had played the part of the devoted suitor. But the spark had slowly dwindled into routine—a duty, a role to play.
But meeting that girl...
Edmund:"It's different, Jed, She's different."
Jed:"Young master... you need to stop thinking about that mystery girl. Or else! The royal family and your family will cause conflict!?"
The mention of the royal family snapped Edmund out of his conflicted thoughts.
The royal family.
He was the son of Duke Dran. Heir to one of the great noble families. Engaged to the princess herself.
And here he was... daydreaming about some girl who gave him a fire crystal as thanks.
He clenched his jaw, his grip on the crystal tightening.
Edmund:"I know my obligations, I understand what is expected of me."
He said, the words like stones in his throat.
Jed:"Let's go back young master..."
The boy slowly nodded, the weight of tradition once again settling on his shoulders like a shroud. He turned, his eyes drifting one last time toward the space where Lena had disappeared.
Jed:"Yes, It's time to head back."
And with that, he followed Jed—walking away from the memory of a vibrant smile and a fire crystal, into the future that had been laid out for him from birth.
But deep inside... a tiny flame still burned, dancing with a promise:
Edmund:"(I'll see you again.)"
For the rest of the long carriage ride to their manor, Edmund remained silent. His thoughts were a chaotic storm of duty and dreams, tradition and rebellion.
His heart felt pulled in two directions—toward the destiny expected of him, and toward an uncertain future with the mysterious girl he'd met in the marketplace.
Jed kept a subtle eye on his young master, aware of the turmoil beneath his calm exterior.
***
Lena:"Achoo!"
Her father furrowed his brow, studying her expression.
James:"You're not coming down with something, are you?"
She shook her head, waving away his concern with a forced smile.
Lena:"I'm fine! Just... a bit chilly, I suppose,"
She said in what she hoped was a nonchalant tone. But as James turned back to the road, her smile faded. That strange sense of trouble...
Why did it feel so... Ominously familiar?
The carriage finally rolled to a stop outside the grand entrance of the manor.
Edmund took a deep breath, steadying himself for the reality that awaited him. The weight of tradition and obligation. The future he had prepared for.
And yet, somewhere in the back of his mind... he kept seeing the girl from the marketplace. Her smile. Her eyes. The soft blush on her cheeks...
He shook his head, banishing the image.
This is who he was. Edmund Dran, son of the Duke. He had duties. A role to play.