The carriage mansion's lanterns flickered as dusk deepened into night, painting the wood-paneled walls with dancing flames. Jett lounged on the chaise, boots kicked off, cloak pooled at his feet. His thoughts drifted back to Mia's passionate devotion and the arrival of Eleonora and Noctlisa felt like a new storm brewing.
A soft footstep preceded the carriage door sliding open. Mia, her crisp head-maid's uniform neatly pressed, entered first. She paused in the doorway and inclined her head with perfect poise. "My lord," she said, her voice measured and respectful. "Lady Eleonora and Maid Noctlisa have returned from His Majesty's summons."
Jett rose, greeting them with a slow smile. "Thank you, Head Maid Mia. Bring them in."
Eleonora stepped forward, pale cheeks flushed. The soft rustle of her maid's gown accompanied her as she knelt before Mia. "Head Maid Mia," she murmured, voice laced with reverence, "we are honored by your guidance."
