The Armstrong castle loomed familiar and unchanging as Kyle returned, the quiet weight of stone and legacy settling around him like a cloak.
As his boots clicked against the marble floors, Bruce and Melissa followed a step behind, both muttering under their breath.
However, as soon as they entered, Kyle was stopped by his father's personal butler who came to greet him.
"I swear, the Duke doesn't know how to let a person breathe. Can't even let the young master rest after coming back from the outskirts."
Bruce grumbled. "
Melissa crossed her arms, glaring ahead.
"The butler looks worried. Do you think something happened, young master? Should we be worried?"
But Kyle only gave them a faint smile.
"It's fine. I'll handle this myself. I'm not tired from the journey."
He wasn't.
If anything, he was more energized than ever.
With his plans going the way they were, Kyle felt more ready than ever to face the future.