The morning sun cast long shadows through the ornate windows of the Ashford manor as I prepared for the second day at Erestia Academy. The events of yesterday with Liliana still lingered in my mind. Yet today demanded my full attention, for I had a delicate performance to maintain.
As I straightened my academy uniform in the mirror, I caught sight of my reflection and allowed myself a moment of honest assessment. The careful balance I was striking—student, servant, bodyguard, and secret manipulator—required constant vigilance. One misstep could unravel everything I'd worked toward.
A soft knock interrupted my thoughts. "Harold? Father says the carriage is ready," Alicia's voice drifted through the door.
"Coming, my lady," I replied, slipping effortlessly back into my role.
