Hope To Coexist

The next day, Arthur and Lydia arrived at the Glover mansion. The sprawling estate loomed before them, a fortress of power and history. They were escorted to the ornate drawing room reserved for guests, its opulence a reminder of the family's legacy. But Lydia, ever the formidable princess, was not one to abide by rules she deemed unnecessary.

Without hesitation, she strode past the drawing room doors, her heels clicking sharply against the marble floor. Her posture was unyielding, her resolve clear. Arthur, ever her steady support, took her hand and walked with her.

There was an unspoken tension between them. The Glover mansion had a strict no-weapons policy, which should have offered some comfort, but Arthur remained alert. His promise to himself was unwavering—if trouble arose, he would protect Lydia at all costs.