Just as he was about to speak, perhaps to reiterate his demands further, his head tilted slightly. His expression, usually so calm and non-chalant, now held a subtle shift, a flicker of awareness.
"I sense someone coming to the courtyard," Herald murmured, his voice low, his gaze sweeping towards the manor's main entrance. There was no urgency in his tone, just a calm statement of fact.
My mind scrambled. Someone coming. Now? After the chaos in the courtyard? It could only be one thing. The commotion from Herald's brutal display, the utter devastation of the guards, the death of Lord Sapphire himself – it would have been impossible to contain. And who would be the first to rush out, driven by fear and concern? Lady Sapphire. And Luminous.
