The shout came from his left, cutting through his thoughts like a blade. Vencian turned, spotting Rapheldor Herrera standing near one of the palace's side entrances, surrounded by a small cluster of nobles. Elías Zarionel stood among them, his expression lighting with recognition as their eyes met.
Vencian forced himself to move, crossing the garden toward the group. The nobles parted slightly as he approached, their conversation trailing off into polite acknowledgment. Rapheldor grinned, gesturing him closer.
"Thought you'd gotten lost," Rapheldor said.
"I arrived early. Decided to wait outside rather than hover near the door."
Elías stepped forward, his smile warm. "Good to see you, Vencian. I wasn't sure if you'd make it."
"Someone from my house had to attend, and it fell to me."
"Diplomatic as ever." Elías glanced at Rapheldor, then back to Vencian. "You remember Lord Carathen and Lady Miravelle, don't you?"
