[Bellemonte Territory]
Iris stood on the grand balcony, staring at the vast land she could call her own. Silence filled the space as her expression remained cold, unbothered by the chilling wind.
Then, suddenly, a shawl was draped over her shoulders.
Turning her head, a smile appeared on her face as a man stood beside her. His hair was black, just as dark as his eyes. Yet the subtle smile on his face gave him a soft, comforting presence. He stood upright, looking immaculate in his black suit, accented by a distinctive white collar befitting a priest.
"Still thinking of him, Madam?" the man asked gently. "Or was it the Madam of the Zorken family?"
Iris let out a shallow breath. "Both." She looked back at the land, hugging herself with the warm fabric he had provided. "I was thinking about why the Madam of the Zorken family bothered to visit me."
"I’m..." She trailed off, clutching the shawl tighter. "...worried."
Her gaze lowered as she recalled her brief interaction with Lola. The latter hadn’t stayed long. If anything, they had only exchanged a few words before she left, and Iris found that unsettling.
"I raised security the moment I heard she was coming," she whispered. "She didn’t ask her men to investigate while she spoke with me, right? Or... did they already find him?"
She bit her lower lip, her anxiety creeping in. "They didn’t kill him, so there’s a chance he’s still alive. Was that her intention? Is she warning me that she’s already found him? That she’s coming after me now? They should have killed him—how could they let him go?"
As she continued to mutter, Iris’s grip on her own shoulder tightened. Her pupils dilated as her thoughts spiraled into countless possibilities.
Lola’s sudden visit was entirely unexpected, especially when Atlas and the council had already called for a meeting. There had been no reason for Lola to come personally just to talk.
"There must be a reason," Iris said. "Did she plant spies in my home and—"
Before her anxiety could worsen, a light tap against the back of her hand snapped her out of it. Iris flinched and turned to the priest.
He offered her a gentle smile, his hand resting over hers on her shoulder. Carefully, he pried her fingers loose.
"Madam, if you keep holding yourself like that, you’ll hurt yourself," he said softly, meeting her eyes and catching the panic within them. "Please, calm down."
"You said... he would die," she breathed, resentment flashing in her gaze. "But not only did he survive, but he’s still tormenting me to this day."
Iris grabbed the front of his suit. "Henrik cannot live," she whispered through clenched teeth. "The men you sent must find him and kill him. Until I see his severed head with my own eyes, I will not calm down."
"Madam, they’re doing their best," the priest replied, remaining composed despite her agitation. "Besides, his chances of survival are low. Even if he escaped, he was severely injured. Not to mention, the current that night was dangerous. If he was swept toward one of the smaller islands, that doesn’t increase his chances—if anything, it lowers them."
He lowered his head slightly, holding the hand pressed against his chest. "Madam, you know those islands are uninhabited for a reason. Even members of the Order wouldn’t recklessly venture there just to search for him."
"It’s been days," she hissed. "They could’ve found a way. This is the Order we’re talking about. Their master is unpredictable, but you saw his wife. She came here herself. I think she was telling me she’s found Henrik... and she’s going to kill me."
Her face paled as she recalled the dangerous look in Lola’s eyes. "She will kill me. I felt it. She could’ve done it earlier if she wanted to."
"Madam, I understand your fears," he said calmly. "But have you considered that she came here because she’s at a dead end?"


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