The mansion wasn't silent this time, but there was a controlled tranquility in the air, the kind of calm that comes after intense events, as if the environment itself was still slowly reorganizing itself. Light streamed softly through the tall windows, elegantly illuminating the interior, while the soft sound of clinking porcelain echoed discreetly through the main room.
It was in this setting that the door opened.
Irelia entered without ceremony.
Her steps were firm, direct, carrying urgency, but not a lack of control. She crossed the hall without hesitation, her gaze already searching for someone specific, completely ignoring any formality that would normally be expected upon entering that place.
And then she saw.
