"Do you have any idea how dangerous the perimeter is right now, Ghea? You are not a guest who can wander wherever the breeze takes you!" Gillian shouted, his voice vibrating through the polished floorboards of the main living room.
Ghea stood by the entrance, her coat still damp from the evening mist. She had slipped out just as the sun began to set, hoping for a moment of solitude beyond the suffocating walls of the Mourning Manor. She had not expected to find Gillian waiting for her in the grand hall, his silhouette framed by the flickering chandelier, his face a mask of controlled fury. He looked exhausted, the shadows beneath his eyes deeper than they had been even the day before, but his stance was rigid and defensive.
"I simply went for a walk," Ghea replied, her voice calm desp
