The Rolls Royce pulled through Celestial Peak's gates at nine in the morning, and the mood grew colder with its arrival.
Nathan watched from the courtyard as the vehicle stopped near the koi pond. It was sleek and silver-blue, its enchantments leaving faint trails of frost in the air that evaporated slowly in the morning sun. The Winterhart crest was embossed on the doors: a snowflake caught in a diamond.
The driver emerged first: a stoic man in silver-grey armor, his face unreadable and his movements economical. A Frost Wolf materialised beside him, its fur white as snow, its breath misting in the warm air. The creature's pale blue eyes swept the courtyard as if it was searching for threats.
Two attendants followed, young women in crisp grey uniforms who took up positions on either side of the vehicle's rear door.
The rear door opened, and Lady Maris Winterhart stepped into the morning light.
