Chapter 110 - The Raven at the Gates

Alistair's words hung in the air like a death sentence. The Blackwood carriage was approaching our estate. I felt my chest tighten, but forced myself to breathe normally. After everything we'd learned about my father, about the "eternal collection," about my own name appearing in that cursed ledger—this felt inevitable.

"How many guards do we have available?" Alaric asked, his voice calm but with an undercurrent of steel.

"Twelve on the grounds, Your Grace. I've already positioned them strategically," Alistair replied. "And I've sent word to Captain Orion. He may not arrive in time, however."

Alaric nodded, his jaw set in determination. "Have the staff retreat to the west wing. No one is to engage with our... visitors without my express command."

"Should I escort the Duchess to safety as well?" Alistair asked, glancing at me with concern.

Before Alaric could answer, I squared my shoulders. "No. I'm staying with my husband."