Lucian rode his horse quietly, passing through the deserted moonlit streets. The shadows of the trees sway on the side of the road, creating silhouettes that swing slowly with the night breeze. Every step of the horse on the cobblestone street was clearly heard in the silence, accompanying his mind that was still analyzing his encounter with Queen Evelynine.
As they approached the gate of Hale's mansion, the guards who had previously looked lazy immediately straightened up and corrected their posture. They exchanged glances before finally one of them came forward hesitantly.
However, before the guard could speak, Lucian had already pulled the reins of his horse, stopping his steps a few meters from the gate. His gaze swept over the mansion that was still illuminated by light in some windows, indicating that some of the people inside had not slept yet. He sighed softly.