As Violet made her way deeper into the castle grounds, her eyes caught something unfamiliar.
A new building stood at the far edge of the estate—modern, polished, and entirely out of place with the traditional architecture of the Harrier stronghold. What stood out even more was the long line of people stretched along the side of the structure, each waiting with a mix of anxiety and impatience.
Her elegant brows arched in surprise.
When she had left, this building hadn't existed.
Before she could form the question, a voice bellowed from inside the building—
thunderous, casual, unapologetic:
"Lunch time! Everyone come back later!"
The effect was instant.
The lively murmur of the crowd collapsed into audible groans.
"Not this goddamn lunch again!" one man barked, stomping the dirt in frustration. He had a rough, weather-worn face, a sturdy bow slung across his shoulder, and hunting gear strapped to his back.
