The silence in the corridor deepened as Felix stepped into view.
His cloak trailed behind him like shadowed authority, his boots making no rush, no thunder. He wasn’t angry—at least not outwardly. He didn’t let rage guide him where questions were needed first.
As Felix passed, Clara moved aside, bowed swiftly and looked to the floor out of respect.
With her figure standing at the doorway, Sophia looked tense and hard to read.
Felix gently stopped next to her, staring at her face. “You alright?”
“All is well,” she answered. He tells me to go to the east garden, where he will be waiting.
Felix nodded. “Should I have him go away from here?”
She hesitated a moment and then shook her head. “No. I’ll deal with it.”
Felix looked ahead for a moment, then said calmly, “Let me speak to him f
