Snippet #2596448

When Victor and Peter returned to their mistress' room with her luggage, they were greeted by the sight of the other potential brides engaged in what appeared to be a standoff further down the corridor. Taking care not to disturb the little dispute, the pair of them shifted the luggage inside Aleksa's room, quietly closing the door behind them while they awaited her return.

Meanwhile, Aleksa's travels around the royal home of Valade eventually brought her, Freya and Ivan to the gardens, during which she had managed to figure out a potential escape route in the event of a fire, or even... aggressive negotiations. The trio's walking pace had slowed to a casual stroll at this point as they took the time to enjoy the scenery and the outside air.

They stopped when they heard voices up ahead, one of them being that of the prince. Turned out he was talking with someone very familiar to him. A close friend, perhaps. It was good to have ones who were trustworthy, Aleksa thought to herself as she and her bodyguards maintained a respectful distance from the prince and his associate, allowing their conversation to run its course. With none of the other suitors in sight, perhaps the Silver Hand would be able to get a chance to speak with the prince of Valade in private before the ball started.