The Kaiser estate's courtyard was filled with organized chaos.
Servants moved efficiently between carriages, loading trunks and supplies for the journey to the capital.
Guards checked weapons and armor.
Duke Alaric stood near the lead carriage, his traveling clothes simple but fine, speaking quietly with his captain Adrian before his departure.
Lady Genevieve supervised the final preparations with the calm efficiency of someone who'd made this journey many times before.
Octavia descended the estate steps with measured grace, Celeste and Annabelle following close behind.
All three sisters wore expressions that tried to mask their concern and failed.
"Mother," Octavia said, reaching Genevieve first. "Are you certain about this timing?"
Genevieve turned from directing a servant about which trunk went where, her eyes softening as she took in her eldest daughter's worried expression.
"The King's summons isn't a request, dear. We have no choice but to go."
