Isabella Hawthorne
The air crackled with the lingering energy of the Elven King's magic even after he vanished with a flourish.
Silence descended on the room, heavy and oppressive. Turning to Alfred, who had remained silently observant throughout the entire encounter, I finally found my voice.
"Alfred," I began, my voice barely above a whisper, "why was the Elven King allowed entry?"
Alfred adjusted his tie with a practiced gesture. "There's nothing in the agreement, Miss Hawthorne, that forbids the Elven King from visiting the Hearts Manor, especially since he isn't part of the regular delegation schedule."
I simply nodded. How come none of us anticipated this during the meeting? The agreement didn't forbid it, but that didn't mean I liked it. Eirik's surprise visit felt like a de
