Stephen fell easily into step beside me the moment we crossed the wide entrance hall. Servants bowed low as we moved past, their heads bent respectfully beneath bright chandeliers overhead, yet I could feel their attention lingering close behind every footfall.
They watched carefully.
They listened closely.
Everyone here had already heard Nathan's loud announcement at the gates. And because of it… everyone now looked at me with fresh, sharper eyes.
Stephen walked smooth and composed beside me, one hand resting loosely behind his back just as always. But the quiet air around him had shifted completely — heavier now… edged with something cold and alert… far more dangerous than the easy grace he showed openly.
Several slow seconds passed without speech. Then at last his voice drifted over — soft, low, and carrying that familiar light mockery he wore like fine silk.
"So… this is what the Duke's third rule truly means."
