D'Amaro Mansion — Late Afternoon
Isadora was in her room, absentmindedly turning the necklace Lucien gave her between her fingers when she heard frantic knocking at the door.
"Nora?" she called — but the door swung open before the maid could even answer.
It was Lucien.
His hair was a bit disheveled, his crimson eyes slightly brighter than normal, restless energy rolling off him in waves.
"Lucien?" Isadora stood quickly. "What's wrong?"
"I need to talk to you. Now." His voice was low, rough. She didn't hesitate — she grabbed her cloak, and within minutes, the two were riding toward the antique shop in the quieter part of the kingdom.
The Antique Shop — Evening
The witch was already waiting, as though she'd sensed their arrival. She gave them a look that was half knowing, half exasperated.
"I warned you both," she muttered as she led them inside.
Isadora clutched Lucien's hand. "Tell us what's happening."
