The four split apart to reveal a male figure standing beyond them near the stables
My brows furrowed. “Since when do you let anyone through the gates of my estate without proper clearance?”
“He said h-he was an acquaintance,” the sentinel faltered, clearly regretting every life choice that led him to this moment.
I looked past them to the figure. He was tall, dressed in ceremonial robes too lavish for a casual visit. The attire was stitched with precious metals and ceremonial embroidery, which reeked of nobility. Or at the very least, one of the high merchant houses.
The businessmale in me perked up. Coin followed power, and this male practically dripped both. Perhaps letting him in was not such a poor decision after all.
“Whom do I have before me?” I called as I walked toward him.
