The grand estate of the Demerin family loomed ahead as the warship docked, its sleek exterior reflecting the golden hues of the setting sun.
Elara felt her stomach tighten as she followed Lawrence down the ramp.
The moment they stepped onto the landing platform, uniformed guards saluted the Major General, their voices crisp with discipline.
But what truly sent a shiver down her spine was the grand double doors of the mansion swinging open, revealing two figures waiting for them.
Lawrence's mother and father stood at the entrance, their expressions unreadable.
The moment the older woman's eyes landed on Elara, however, recognition flickered across her face, followed by a gasp.
"You...!" The woman's voice wavered as she stepped forward, clutching the sides of her embroidered shawl. "You're the young lady who saved me in the city!"
Elara stiffened, her gaze darting to Lawrence, whose face remained impassive. She had expected some form of introduction, but this?
