He paused, sipping the wine, his gaze never leaving Julian's. "She'll be here soon, dressed to captivate, ready to make this night unforgettable. You'll see."
With that, the two men began sipping their wine, slipping into light, casual conversation. Their voices remained low, but every now and then, their gazes drifted toward the performances unfolding in the grand chamber.
During their exchange, Julian picked up a few key things. The estate wasn't just lavish—it was strategic. The King of Apollo had personally overseen its development, planning every detail down to the underground facilities. And the Marquis? He wasn't just a noble—he was the king's most trusted shadow. His right-hand man.
Julian swirled his wine, lost in thoughts. Just then, the Marquis rose from his throne, the glass of wine in hand. He turned to Julian and offered a slight bow.
"Your Grace... shall we?"
