As the meeting concluded, Lord Garius turned to Lady Francesca, his expression softening slightly.
"Francesca, stay here with your personal maids," he instructed firmly.
Lady Francesca's eyes showed concern as she stood, hands clasped. "But, darling, it's dangerous outside."
Garius smiled faintly, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "Don't worry. Alf, Erinette, and Hesbeirn are with me. I'll be fine."
She hesitated but nodded reluctantly. "Careful, darling."
Garius leaned down and kissed her forehead gently. "I will."
As Alf, Erinette, and Hesbeirn exited the room, Garius followed closely behind. His presence exuded authority as they stepped into the dimly lit hallway.
Suddenly, shadows moved with unnatural speed as ten masked assassins emerged from the darkness, weapons glinting ominously.
"Ambush!" Hesbeirn shouted, drawing his massive greatsword and engaging two attackers with raw power.