A long talk with Egon

The manor, a place of Adela's upbringing, where laughter and tears coexisted as one, where dreams and nightmares took shape, and where Egon's lips met hers in a kiss. How peculiar it now felt... As if the very essence of the place had shifted.

Is this how Claude feels as he walks through the frigid halls of the royal palace?

"Do you require anything else, My Lady?" Bernard inquired, unable to bear the silence any longer.

"Yes. I want you to personally check on the Baroness and provide me with news about her promptly," Adela replied.

Bernard adjusted his demeanor, aware that finding the Baroness was a straightforward task, but once she disappeared, who could predict where the knights would locate Lady de Lanark?

He couldn't fathom asking Adela about her intentions, not when she seemed so adrift, resembling not a grown woman, but a lost child.

"When did she depart for the neighboring estate?" Adela inquired once again about her sister.