A soft knock echoed from the door.
Seraphina's gaze lifted lazily, a faint flick of her wrist giving permission. The door opened, and Lloyd stepped in with his usual rigid posture.
"The carriage is ready, Lady Seraphina," he announced, his tone neutral, though his eyes briefly darted toward Xavier before returning to her.
"You may inform the rider that we're on the way," she replied smoothly.
Lloyd bowed and stepped back out, the door clicking shut.
As soon as they were alone, Seraphina rose from her chair with that fluid, feline grace that seemed to draw the air toward her. She walked over to Xavier, her hand sliding along his shoulder in a slow, deliberate motion, fingers curling with a hint of possessive affection. Her eyes lingered on his, holding him in that moment.
"So, as my Guard," she murmured, her voice a low caress, "I'll have you help me with the inspection… and handle any case of animosity from the farmers."
