The aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafted through the halls of the von Jaunez manor, mingling with the crisp morning air that filtered through the tall windows. Sunlight filtered through the delicate lace curtains, creating intricate patterns on the polished wooden floors. At first glance, it appeared to be peaceful.
Gabriel knew better.
His family was waiting.
Seated at the breakfast table, he let the warmth of his coffee seep into his hands, delaying the inevitable. He could already feel the weight of their stares, the unspoken questions pressing against him. He did not need to look up to know that Theo was keeping a close eye on him, or that Alexandra had probably already devised half a dozen theories about his encounter with the Emperor.
It was only a matter of time before someone broke the silence.