The carriage finally came to a halt in front of a grand, majestic residence, magnificent enough to rival a royal palace.
Several servants immediately lined up in an orderly fashion in front of the main entrance, their heads bowed in stiff, silent reverence. An elderly butler stepped forward and bowed respectfully.
"Welcome, Duke Avvion."
Avvion stepped down from the carriage with the elegance of a ruler, his face set in a cold, emotionless mask.
He did not acknowledge the greeting, as if their presence meant nothing to him. Olivia, who was still clutching the hem of her apron tightly, followed behind him with slow, hesitant steps.
Her heart pounded violently. She could not understand why Avvion had brought her to such an unfamiliar and intimidating place.
As soon as they entered the vast main hall, a woman with golden-blonde hair rose from her seat with graceful poise.
A sweet smile immediately appeared on her lips, highlighting her beauty.
"Avvion."
