Xavier listened silently at her side, his arms crossed, his expression casual but keen. He noted the butler's clenched fist, the slight edge in his tone, but said nothing — for now.
Seraphina, however, smiled faintly, her poise absolute. "Good. I expected no less of you, Lloyd. You've always managed the estate with care."
The compliment tightened the butler's jaw even more, though he bowed with grace. "You honor me, Milady."
Seraphina glanced at the assembled servants, her voice carrying the authority of her station. "That will be all. Return to your duties."
"Yes, Milady!" the maids chorused, dispersing swiftly back to their tasks.
With the courtyard cleared, Seraphina turned toward the grand entrance of the mansion. Xavier fell into step just half a pace behind her, his presence as natural as her own shadow.
