Noel stood before the tall whitewood doors of the residence that had been assigned to House Thorne for their stay in Teralis.
The estate itself was elegant and open, filled with the natural beauty so typical of elven architecture—but not overpowering.
The wedding would take place in two days.
Noel exhaled softly.
'After the wedding, I'll have to go to the Holy Capital… and after that, back to the Academy. No rest for me.'
As soon as he stepped inside, a cool wave of fragrant air greeted him.
The walls of the mansion were smooth and white, polished to a soft gleam.
Green ivy and silver filigree traced along the ceiling beams.
Touches of yellow-gold lined the corners of the arched hallways, and thin plate glass windows let in shafts of natural light.
It was a place built for harmony with its surroundings—not for display of power.
A butler—an elven man in a robe of pale green and gold—approached and bowed gracefully.
