(Slightly updated the previous chapter)
The morning sun bathed the marquise manor in a golden hue, casting long shadows across the stone courtyard. Alaric, feeling the lingering effects of his restless sleep, rubbed his eyes and wandered out of his room. The air was crisp, filled with the scent of blooming roses from the nearby gardens. As he approached the entrance hall, he spotted a flurry of activity—servants bustling about, loading carriages with trunks and supplies.
To his surprise and relief, Crown Prince Lucian, Duke Cedric, and Father Gabriel stood near the grand entrance, preparing to depart. Each of them was dressed impeccably, their presence commanding and elegant.
“Leaving so soon?” Alaric called out, unable to hide the smile that crept onto his face.
Crown Prince Lucian turned first, his azure eyes sparkling with their usual cunning charm. “Good morning, Alaric,” he said, his voice smooth. “Indeed, we have matters to attend to in the capital.”
Duke Cedric, standing beside Lucian, gave a curt nod. His sharp eyes, always watchful, softened slightly as they met Alaric’s gaze. “Our business here is concluded for now. We must ensure the kingdom’s stability.”
Father Gabriel, the last to turn, offered Alaric a serene smile, though his eyes held a depth that always made Alaric wary. “The temple has summoned me for urgent matters. But do not worry, Alaric, we shall meet again soon.”
Alaric stepped closer, feeling a mix of relief and curiosity. “I’m glad to hear it. Safe travels to all of you.”
As the servants continued their work, Lucian stepped forward, closing the distance between them. “Before we leave, Alaric, I must say you’ve been quite intriguing. I look forward to our next encounter.”
Alaric felt a slight shiver at Lucian’s words, unsure whether it was a promise or a threat. He nodded, maintaining his composure. “Likewise, Your Highness.”
Duke Cedric, ever the silent observer, placed a hand on Alaric’s shoulder. The gesture was brief, but Alaric felt the strength and assurance behind it. “Take care, Alaric. Keep your wits about you.”
“Thank you, Cedric,” Alaric replied, appreciating the duke’s understated kindness.
Father Gabriel approached last, his expression warm. He gently took Alaric’s hand, his touch surprisingly gentle. “May the blessings of the temple watch over you, Alaric. Until we meet again.”
Alaric felt a strange comfort in Gabriel’s words, despite the unease the high priest often stirred within him. “Thank you, Father Gabriel. Safe journey.”
With final farewells exchanged, the three men mounted their carriages, their regal forms a stark contrast against the morning light. As they rode away, Alaric watched them, a mixture of emotions swirling within him—relief at their departure, curiosity about their future interactions, and a lingering sense of ambiguity that he couldn’t quite shake.
Turning back towards the manor, Alaric resolved to make the most of the time before their inevitable return. He knew that each of these encounters, whether with the cunning prince, the silent duke, or the enigmatic high priest, would shape his fate in ways he could hardly imagine.
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