By the time Rhaegal and Alfred arrived at the mansion, the palace guards were already waiting within the grounds.
Rhaegal drew a deep breath and walked straight toward the carriage. Alfred followed behind, each step heavier than the last, wishing things had not come to this.
"My lord," Alfred called softly.
Rhaegal stopped and turned.
"I would take your place if I could," Alfred said, lowering his head.
Rhaegal's expression softened. He placed a steady hand on Alfred's shoulder. "There's no need for that, Alfred. Take care of the mansion while I'm gone."
"You need not worry, my lord," Alfred promised.
Rhaegal nodded, reassured by his loyalty. His gaze lifted toward the balcony above, where the curtains swayed faintly in the morning breeze. Alfred followed his eyes and understood.
"Shall I send someone to wake him?" he asked quietly.
