As the door creaked open, a figure emerged from the shadows, revealing a tall, lean man with an air of confidence. Jerome's piercing eyes seemed to gleam with amusement as he stepped forward, his gaze fixed intently on me, as a small, enigmatic smile played on his lips.
Isabel's voice broke the silence, her tone neutral, but I detected a hint of wariness beneath the surface. "Ser Jerome," she said with a small bow, her movements fluid and graceful.
Jerome's smile grew wider as he walked into the room, his eyes briefly scanning the space. "Isabel, I'll take it from here," he said, his voice low and firm.
Isabel nodded and gave me a brief glance. "As you wish, Ser Jerome," she replied, her voice dripping with a subtle deference.
As Isabel exited the room, Jerome's gaze followed her, his
