Eilika hurried down the grand staircase, her heart racing as she realized the midday sun was already pouring through the tall windows. She reached the living room, breathless and smoothing her hair, only to find the vast space quiet and empty.
"Your Grace, good afternoon," a servant said, dipping into a low curtsy. "His Grace and the young master are currently in the courtyard. They have been there for some time."
"Oh... Thank you," Eilika replied, a small, relieved smile breaking across her face.
She stepped out onto the stone veranda, the crisp Netham air carrying the sound of Roman's infectious, high-pitched laughter. She moved quietly toward the edge of the lawn, joining the small circle of attendants and the butler, who were watching the scene.
