Creak!
Alaric paused mid-bite as the main door creaked open. A figure draped in black cloaks entered, their footsteps silent against the wooden floor.
"Good morning, dear nephew." Selene spoke, as she removed her hood, revealing sharp features and calculating eyes.
Alaric straightened slightly and gave a curt nod. "Morning."
She then settled onto the couch across from him.
Before Selene could speak, Alaric broke the silence.
"Are you certain about this arrangement, milady? Making me your nephew?" His fork clinked against his bowl as he set it down.
"There were other roles you could have assigned me. Why this?"
Selene gave a short nod, acknowledging the question with a hum.
"You raise a valid point. On second thought, making you my nephew isn't the wisest choice."
Her lips curled into a sly smirk. "You'll become my heir instead."
"Alr—what?" Alaric's eyes widened.
She crossed one leg over the other, her posture radiating confidence.
