The morning light seeped through the tall windows, painting the dining room in soft gold. Everyone sat around the long table — Noel at the center, the girls to his sides, and Noir resting at his feet like a silent shadow.
For a few moments, no one spoke. Only the faint clinking of cutlery broke the silence.
Elyra finally sighed, pushing her plate forward. "So… today's the day."
Noel nodded, his expression calm but his gaze distant. "Yeah. By sunset, it'll begin."
Elena's hands tightened slightly around her cup. "You're going with Lord Albrecht?"
"Yes. Selene's coming too," Noel replied. "You three stay here with Noir. Track any movement or fluctuation around the estate. If anything changes, send word immediately."
Elyra leaned forward, serious now. "We'll handle it. Don't worry."
Charlotte, who had been quiet until then, stood and clasped her hands together. "Before you all go…"
