The morning mist slowly dissipated from the stone paths of the Imperial Capital.
Eleanor Calvin sat upright in the carriage, her fingertips resting on the wooden frame of the window, tapping gently with the light jostle of the wheels.
She had been residing in the Imperial Capital for over a decade, and was well acquainted with the undercurrents here.
Yet, today's Dragon Throne meeting brought her an unusual sense of calm.
It felt as though, no matter how fierce the storm, it wouldn't affect her.
Last night, a secret letter arrived at the Kite Tower residence from the southeast coast.
It was a handwritten order from her brother; the content was brief, essentially stating: "Do not take a stand, do not express opinions, watch how others act."
There was no mention of supporting anyone, no attempt to seek anything.
Not even a note of caution, as if the entire power struggle in the Imperial Capital was irrelevant to the Calvin Clan.
