The cobblestone path was painted a soft gold by the first rays of dawn on a calm early morning at Caulem Manor. With their shiny armor gleaming in the dim light, two guards stood watch at the tall main gate, keeping a close eye on the deserted street.
Two young girls were walking closely behind a cloaked figure that was approaching with its hood down and steady, sure steps. As the three approached with their swords in hand, the guards' faces tensed with suspicion. The lead guard moved forward, speaking in a firm but wary tone. "Who are you? Strolling straight to the Duke's residence?
The figure reached the gate and slowly pulled back his hood, showing Leo's face. His eyes were darkened with sleepless nights, dark circles deep under them. The guards flinched, stepping back.
Leo's voice was low, rough with exhaustion. "Can't I enter my house?"
