The morning mist hung low over the capital of Nightingale. Arthur stood on the balcony of his chamber in Marigold Palace, staring at the horizon. Dew clung to the edges of his cloak, but he remained still.
His thoughts were far from his newfound title, far from the victory feast held just the night before. His heart lingered in the past—where memories of Esther still lived, warm and vivid. He imagined how she would have smiled, proud of what he had accomplished. But the moment shattered with a soft knock at the door.
"Come in," Arthur said without turning.
Lily entered with her usual quiet grace. Her black hair was pinned up neatly, and her face, as always, was unreadable. In her arms were a thick cloak and a scroll of documents.
"Your horse has been prepared, Your Grace. I've also informed Duke Campbell of your impending arrival."
Arthur turned to look at her. "Did you carry out my instructions from yesterday as I asked?"
