Falcon POV
2 months later
I paced back and forth in the elegant guest room of the grand estate, the plush carpet cushioning my steps. The room was adorned with opulent furniture and intricate tapestries, creating a regal atmosphere. The air was infused with a faint scent of fresh flowers, wafting in from the open window.
After a moment, I finally made my way to the door, the smooth, polished wood cool to the touch. As I turned the handle, a voice broke the silence. "Where are you going?" Nate's voice echoed, pulling me back from my thoughts. I let out a low growl, a mixture of frustration and familiarity. He knew me well, always questioning my every move.
"It's not like we're following tradition anyways," I huffed, my words hanging in the air. Nate couldn't help but chuckle at my resp
