The gentle afternoon sun painted the streets of the capital in gold as the carriage rolled through the busy district. Laughter and chatter filled the air... merchants calling, children chasing after each other, nobles strolling with parasols... and among them, the black carriage of Marquess D'Amaris drew the eyes of many. Inside sat three figures whose silence carried a thousand unsaid thoughts.
Seraphina sat straight and elegant, her gloved hands resting neatly on her lap. Every now and then, she stole a glance at Rin, who sat across from her, relaxed as if he owned the carriage. His white hair caught the sunlight through the window, his calm face unreadable. The Marquess sat beside him, lost in thought, occasionally tapping his cane against the floor.
The silence lasted until Seraphina spoke, her tone sweet but sharp beneath the surface.
"So, this is the place you chose, Rin? An ice cream restaurant?"
Rin turned his gaze lazily toward her.
