Lucavion stepped into his room with an easy stride, exhaling slightly as the door clicked shut behind him. The space was as grand as expected—richly decorated, yet not excessive. Heavy velvet curtains framed the tall windows, their deep navy complementing the polished dark wood of the furniture. A chandelier cast a soft, warm glow, illuminating the neatly made bed and the ornate desk near the window.
Behind him, Anne lingered at the entrance, clasping her hands together.
"If you need anything, sir, please let me know," she offered politely, her posture now steadier than before.
Lucavion stretched his arms before glancing back at her. "Hmm… well, if you're offering, something to eat would be nice."
Anne nodded without hesitation. "I will have it prepared at once. Would you like some tea while you wait?"
Lucavion raised an eyebrow, smirking. "Oh? That depends."
Anne blinked. "Depends…?"
