Thaddeus sat at his desk, golden eyes fixed on the doors before him. His fingers tapped idly against the polished wood, his expression unreadable.
The moment the doors opened, his gaze swept over them—first, his daughter, then Lucavion.
And immediately, he noticed it.
Their attire.
Gone were Aeliana's finely embroidered noble garments. Instead, she wore commoner's clothes—worn, slightly dusted from travel, with none of the refinement expected of a Thaddeus. Lucavion was no better, clad in equally unremarkable clothing, though his ever-present smirk remained firmly in place.
'These two…'
It did not take a strategist's mind to deduce what had happened. They had ventured into the city—perhaps even beyond it. Aeliana had discarded her noble appearance, likely to blend in. And judging by the faint glow in her eyes, the looseness of her posture…
She had enjoyed herself.
To be completely frank, Thaddeus liked seeing this.
