My stomach churned with nervous butterflies as I stood at Aziel's imposing mansion door. The stoic guards simply nodded and let me pass. Inside, the air hung heavy with an opulent silence that seemed to amplify the frantic thump of my heart.
A maid noticed me and, with a brief bow, informed me, "Young master is waiting in his room. You know the way, go ahead."
I mumbled a thank you, my voice barely above a whisper, and hurried down the familiar hallway. Reaching his door, I took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm within. Steeling my nerves, I knocked three times.
The sound of papers shuffling came from inside, followed by a frustrated sigh. Annoyance flickered across my face. Aziel had specifically requested not to be disturbed.
Then, a voice, laced with anger, cut through the sil
