The next day, the heavy iron gates of the Thompson estate opened quietly. A small, dark carriage rolled into the snowy courtyard.
The King had kept his word. Lord Colton was officially released from the royal dungeon.
The Elite Shadows, led by Ian, quickly surrounded the carriage. They opened the door and escorted the older man out. Lord Colton was no longer wearing his heavy iron chains. He wore a simple, clean woolen coat provided by the guards. He looked tired, and his face was pale, but his eyes were filled with a deep, calm determination. He knew exactly what he was here to do.
Ian led Lord Colton through the quiet halls of the massive house. They walked all the way to the back wing, heading straight for the cold room built of heavy stone.
The heavy iron door was already slightly open. Ian pushed it wider and stepped inside. The freezing air immediately bit into their skin.
