[Alvar's POV — ThorenVald Estate—Night]
The moonlight spilled through my window—bright, silver, almost mocking. Too bright. Too calm.
I hated it.
It felt like the sky itself was pretending nothing had fallen apart.
KNOCK. KNOCK.
Haldor's voice followed carefully, "My lord…"
"Come in," I said, not turning away from the window.
He entered, bowed, and then straightened with a scroll in hand.
"We received a report, my lord. Lord Leif is safe. Sir Roland has reached Raventon Village. Lord Leif inspected the dam, and—for now—there is no danger."
I nodded once. "Good."
"What about the shadows?" I asked quietly.
"They are keeping their eyes on him. If anything happens, we'll be notified immediately."
"Good," I murmured. "Until Leif is at Raventon… report everything to me."
Haldor nodded and then hesitated.
"…My lord, may I ask something?"
"Go ahead."
He lowered his head slightly. "Did you have a fight with Lord Leif?"
