For the next two days, things were rather hectic within the manor. It was quite the headache of activities and all because the Valeruius children were heading to the North.
The servants were constantly on the move, packing heavy trunks with furs and gear, while the hallways were filled with the sound of door-to-slams and the low, heated arguments that had become the house's new background noise. Maegel was issuing orders like the Prince he was, Julian was a ticking time bomb, and Caelum was the only one actually keeping the logistics moving.
The morning of the departure, the courtyard was freezing. The Duke stood at the head of the steps, watching his sons with a heavy, unreadable expression. Behind him, the wives stood in a line, looking like they were at a funeral, but they were secretly enjoying.
I adjusted my heavy cloak and looked over at Vivienne. She was standing there with her fan going a mile a minute, her eyes practically begging the carriage to start moving.
