Part 1
Two days have passed since the arrival of the Valemortis entourage at the Sorell estate. Time flowed between formal diplomatic talks, elaborate dinners, and the more informal moments in the gardens and libraries of the vast mansion. Now the atmosphere carried a soft melancholy of the impending departure.
In the richly decorated guest room that had been assigned to her, Elyandra stood in front of the mirror, while Siris, with her nimble and delicate fingers, finished the young noblewoman's hairstyle. Elyandra's long white hair was neatly arranged, and the familiar black velvet bow was being tied with the usual precision.
As she watched her reflection, Elyandra's mind revisited the events of the past few days, analyzing every interaction, every word exchanged.
"The Marquis... a man made of pure ambition. He would sell his own shadow if he believed he could profit from it. His calculated cordiality does not hide the greed that moves him. This insight can be useful in the future, no doubt."
Her thoughts turned to the Marquis's son. "Arcturus... so different from his father. A genuine, almost naïve nobility. His morality seems to be a strength, something rare among the Great Houses. If he ever takes control of the Sorells, this integrity could be a valuable currency. But it is a long-term investment, with no immediate dividends."
Then, Callen's image filled his mind. His expression became more pensive, a slight frown adorning his angelic face. "Callen... He is the most intriguing piece on this board. A nobleman from another empire, used as a bargaining chip. Its usefulness is undeniable, but its strategic value in the current scenario is still uncertain. I need to better understand their motivations, their loyalties... and how I can use it to my advantage."
While Elyandra was engrossed in her strategic musings, Siris finished the noose in her hair and sighed softly, her brown eyes fixed on the soft white strands.
"Your hair is so soft and fluffy, Lady Elyandra... I would love to spend the whole day just cuddling in them. They look like cotton clouds.
Distracted in her thoughts, Elyandra muttered a "Yes, you can" without really processing her servant's words. The penny dropped just a moment later, when he noticed the mischievous gleam that appeared in Siris' eyes.
"Wait... what? Elyandra asked, her eyes widening slightly.
Siris' smile widened, and before Elyandra could react, the servant quickly approached, trying to hug the little noblewoman and rub her face against her white hair.
"Oh, my little cotton!" You are so adorable! Let me just... feel that softness!
Elyandra's cheeks instantly flushed in an astonishing crimson hue, contrasting with the whiteness of her hair. She tried to pull away from the sudden embrace, her small hands gently pushing against Siris's shoulders.
"N-no!" I didn't say that! I was thinking of something else! Siris, stop it! We're getting ready for the match, we're on the Sorell's property! This is inappropriate!
The scene was somewhat chaotic: Elyandra, with her noble robes and generally impeccable posture, was now slightly disheveled and visibly embarrassed, trying to shake off the affectionate embrace of Siris, who laughed softly as he called her "little cotton" and praised the softness of her hair. The morning light that came in through the window illuminated the richly decorated room, witnessing the brief and amusing deviation from the usual formality between the noblewoman and her loyal servant.
With her cheeks still slightly pink and a remnant of amused indignation in her eyes, Elyandra pulled herself together, adjusting her clothes with the help of a smiling Siris. Together, they left the guest room and walked the quiet halls of the Sorell mansion, the soft morning light filtering through the large windows.
As she passed through one of the windows that overlooked an inner courtyard, Elyandra's golden eyes fixed on a lone figure. Callen sat on a stone bench, an open book in his hands. He flipped through the pages with an almost imperceptible lightness, his expression carrying a serene peace that contrasted with the political tension that hung over the house.
Mentally, Elyandra began to catalog the spots she found intriguing in Callen. "Your stillness... It does not seem to be shyness, but rather a constant observation, an analytical mind at rest. And that serenity... It's unusual for someone in his position. There's a depth behind her cold eyes that I haven't been able to decipher yet."
His gaze wandered to the other side of the hallway, where Arcturus caught his attention. The jovial and carefree energy of moments ago had dissipated, giving way to a focused seriousness. The young Sorell wielded a wooden sword firmly, delivering precise and swift blows against the air, his movements revealing an astonishing dedication to the practice of swordsmanship.
Elyandra observed his posture, analyzing his strengths with a critical eye. "He has a solid base, his strikes are direct and his energy is undeniable. For a ten-year-old, his technique is impressive."
She then compared Arcturus' abilities to her own. "Two years apart and a considerable physical advantage... In a direct fight now, my chances would be minimal. Its brute strength and range would give me little leeway. However..." A competitive glow appeared in his golden eyes. "In terms of pure skill, the distance is not that great. My agility and anticipation can make up for the difference in size. But... I need to intensify my training with Dalia. She has so much more to teach me about hand-to-hand combat."
The sight of Arcturus practicing in earnest and the memory of the chess match with Callen rekindled the flame of ambition and determination in Elyandra. The stay at House Sorell, in addition to the political intrigues, had also served as a mirror, reflecting his own strengths and the areas where he needed to hone his skills.
As Elyandra watched Arcturus practice with her wooden sword, absorbed in her thoughts of combat and skills, Siris crouched beside her, moving with the lightness of a shadow. His face moved closer to Elyandra's ear, and his voice, normally melodious, became a charged whisper of a seductive and mischievous tone.
"Lady Elyandra... Watching other boys with such seriousness is something strictly forbidden for little girls your age, you know? What forbidden thoughts would be around this smart little head?
A shiver ran through Elyandra's body from head to toe. Siris' closeness and the suggestive tenor of his words took her by surprise. She turned quickly, her cheeks flushing slightly.
"N-that's not what I was thinking at all, Siris!" My thoughts were focused on combat techniques and how I can improve! The only mind with forbidden thoughts here seems to be yours!
Siris stood up with a soft, melodious laugh, her brown eyes shining with amusement.
"Oh, my Lady, perhaps you are right. My mind sometimes wanders to places... Interesting.
Elyandra crossed her arms, pouting adorably on his face, clearly sulking at the teasing. Observing the little noblewoman's expression, Siris broke a little from her usual posture, crouching down again and, with a surprisingly fast and agile movement, took Elyandra in her arms.
"You know, my little spark," Siris said, holding Elyandra tightly in her arms, "I loved becoming your servant." It's much more... interesting than any other role I've ever had.
The sudden pronunciation and unexpected affection took Elyandra by surprise. Relaxing a little in Siris' arms, she noticed that the collar of the servant's tunic had become untidy in the movement. With a delicate gesture, his small hands arranged the fabric.
"I also really like that you are my servant, Siris," Elyandra murmured, her eyes fixed on the now aligned collar. "You're... very committed and always knows what to do. And it's very good at... many things.
A glimmer of surprise lit up Siris' face with the unexpected compliment. A genuine, warm smile spread across her lips.
"Oh, my Lady... You really are a little spark of light.
A soft, heartfelt laugh echoed down the hallway, breaking the formality of the room. Siris squeezed Elyandra into a tender embrace, while the little noblewoman tried to extricate herself with a mixture of childish protest and genuine affection, her small arms pushing the servant's shoulders in a more playful than serious attempt to free herself.
The moment of relaxation was abruptly interrupted by the appearance of Lord Vaelric and Lady Altheria at the end of the hall. Elyandra's parents watched the scene with expressions that mixed surprise and mild amusement.
Siris immediately let go of Elyandra, recomposing her impeccable posture in an instant, as if a switch had been turned off. Elyandra, still with her cheeks a little pink and a smile on her lips, straightened her clothes.
Lord Vaelric approached, his gaze scanning the two with contained curiosity.
"They seemed to be having a lot of fun.
Elyandra straightened her shoulders, regaining her noble composure.
"Yes, Dad. We were just... talking about the schedule for the return trip.
Lord Vaelric nodded, his attention turning to his daughter.
"By the way, Elyandra, we need to discuss the schedule for our departure. We plan to leave the Sorell property in the early afternoon. There are some final courtesies that we need to fulfill with the Marquis before we leave. I would like you to be present to say goodbye properly.
He paused briefly, his evaluative gaze fixed on Elyandra.
"During the morning, you will have free time, but I ask you to stay close. Siris will be with you. Is there anything in particular you'd like to do before we go?
The fact that it was a very productive trip for Elyandra brought a slight smile to her lips.
"Yes, Dad. I would like to say goodbye to Lord Arcturus and Callen, thank the hospitality of the library, it was indeed a very well spent time and I would like to demonstrate this since I was given a space reserved for studies.
His eyes shone faintly as he remembered the literary treasures he had discovered. Departure was approaching, but the reflections and learnings from that visit would certainly accompany her on her journey back to House Valemortis.
...
The morning passed with the atmosphere charged with political discussions between Lord Vaelric and the Marquess of Sorell. Elyandra remained by her parents' side, watching and absorbing the exchange of strategic words. The Marquis, with his usual calculated eloquence, presented suggestions for future actions in favor of the Empire, weaving proposals that, under the polished surface of diplomacy, revealed his own interests and ambitions. Lord Vaelric, with his sharp mind and experience in affairs of state, analyzed each point carefully, agreeing with some proposals that he judged beneficial to the security and stability of the Empire, while firmly refuting those that seemed to him disadvantageous or motivated by pure greed. Lady Altheria, with her elegant presence and quiet wit, only focused on her analysis of the conversation.
Elyandra, though young, paid attention to every nuance, every inflection of voice, every glance exchanged between the two powerful nobles. She noticed the Marquis's subtle tactics, his attempts to influence Lord Vaelric's decisions, and the cautious firmness with which her father defended the interests of House Valemortis and the Empire. "This is the real power game," she thought, "disguised under the mask of courtesy and cooperation."
As lunchtime approached, the tense atmosphere of political discussion gave way to a more relaxed atmosphere in the dining room of the Sorell's mansion. The table was richly set, with a variety of exquisite dishes that reflected the opulence of the house. Elyandra sat next to Arcturus, Siris discreetly positioned behind her.
"Lord Arcturus," Elyandra began, her voice maintaining a noble and grateful tone, "I would like to express my gratitude for your hospitality and for the kindness in giving space in the library for my studies. The books I found were... extremely instructive.
Arcturus smiled widely, his contagious energy back.
"Oh, Lady Elyandra, there's no problem!" I was very happy to know that the library pleased him. It's one of my favorite places in the house, although I usually prefer the gardens for my adventures. And I'm even happier to know that I was able to help with some aspects of the Academy's tests. I hope my explanations have been helpful.
"You were very helpful, Lord Arcturus," Elyandra replied with a slight nod. "Your perspective on some of the arcane concepts really helped me understand them better. I am grateful for your willingness to share your knowledge.
"It's the least I could do for such a guest—" interesting! Arcturus exclaimed, his enthusiasm almost overflowing. "And who knows, maybe we'll meet again at the Academy!" It would be so much fun to have classes together!
"The idea of having classes with such a hyperactive child... it's not exactly my ideal scenario," Elyandra thought with a hint of dry humor, keeping, however, a polite smile on her lips.
"It would certainly be... a pleasant possibility, Lord Arcturus. Knowledge exchanges between colleagues are always valuable.
Siris continued to observe the interaction with her signature smile.
Callen remained silent throughout the meal, his movements discreet as he poured himself and ate. His attention seemed to be focused on his own thoughts, though his eyes occasionally moved to observe Elyandra with contemplative stillness.
As soon as the formalities of lunch began to dissipate, with the thanks and praise for the cooking of the house, Arcturus said goodbye with an energetic nod, mentioning some urgent matter in the gardens that required his immediate attention. Lord Valemortis and the Marquis de Sorell retired to the host's office, presumably to finalise the signing of documents and seal the agreements discussed during the morning.
Lady Altheria approached Elyandra, a proud smile adorning her elegant face.
"You behaved admirably, dear. His composure and courtesy were impeccable throughout our stay. I am very pleased with the way you represented Casa Valemortis.
She then turned to Siris, her violet eyes seeking the servant's opinion.
"Siris, what was your impression of Lady Elyandra's behavior during this visit?" I would like to have a second perspective.
Siris straightened her posture, her usual smile a little more serene as her brown eyes fixed on Lady Altheria.
"Lady Elyandra has shown a maturity and intelligence that far surpasses your years, Lady Altheria. His attentive observation and his ability to adapt to different situations were remarkable. She absorbed the complexities of political interactions with astonishing insight and maintained irreproachable conduct at all times.
A smile of satisfaction lit up Elyandra's face as she heard Siris' concise and complimentary words. It was an objective evaluation, devoid of the usual games of the servant, which made it even more rewarding.
At that moment, the stillness of the dining room was broken by a soft but clear voice.
— Lady Elyandra.
Callen approached the table, his expression now devoid of that cold reserve he usually displayed in public. There was something in his eyes, a genuine curiosity and maybe even a touch of... Anything else?
Callen's voice, calling his name with a soft formality, broke Elyandra's brief moment of satisfaction. Her eyes turned to the noble Leonhart, noticing the discreet intensity in his gaze.
"Lady Elyandra," Callen repeated, his voice a little lower this time, "would there be a possibility of us having a brief discussion alone?"
The unexpected request hung in the air, surprising both Lady Altheria and Siris, who exchanged glances in silence, their expressions denoting a cautious curiosity.
Elyandra, in turn, turned her eyes to her mother, seeking quiet guidance. Lady Altheria, after a brief moment of pondering, offered an enigmatic smile.
"It's your decision, dear.
With a graceful nod, keeping her hands clasped in front of her dress, Elyandra answered Callen with her usual composure.
"Certainly, Lord Callen. I will be willing to listen to you.
Callen offered a slight nod in thanks and turned around, waiting for Elyandra to follow him. The young noblewoman cast a quick glance at her mother and Siris, who watched her with a mixture of anticipation and vigilance, before following Callen's silent footsteps.
As they made their way through the less crowded corridors of the Sorell's mansion, away from the living areas and into a more secluded wing, Elyandra's mind buzzed with speculation.
"A discussion alone? What could he want? Has he finally decided to reveal his true purposes? Or maybe you have some relevant information about the intrigues between the Houses? He mentioned being a hostage... or a guarantee. What will be your game?"
Several possibilities danced in his strategic mind. Would Callen be a pawn in a bigger game, seeking an alliance? Or perhaps a play with ambitions of its own, looking for an opportunity to change its destiny? The stillness of the secluded wing of the mansion only intensified the mystery surrounding the noble Leonhart's intentions. Elyandra followed him with a façade of calm curiosity, but inside, her mind was already assembling a new board, ready to analyze every move and anticipate every possible move.