The vehicle came to a stop near the designated area.
The door opened, and two figures emerged.
The young woman stepped down first, moving with careful precision. Her inky black hair was arranged in an elaborate style that spoke of hours spent in preparation, while her dress of midnight blue silk bore subtle silver embroidery that caught the light. Yet something in her posture seemed different—more guarded, as if she carried invisible armor beneath the finery.
Behind her came a young man whose golden-brown hair hung in tousled waves. His blue eyes were half-lidded but alert, like someone perpetually ready to doze off yet missing nothing around him. Dark circles shadowed the skin beneath them.
As they moved away from their carriage, he stayed close to his sister's shoulder, his gaze sweeping across the crowd.
Elina observed quietly. "Caleb, Livia."
Her tone softened slightly. "I hope she's doing okay."
Alaric raised a brow and turned toward her. "What happened to her?"
