Once Garius stepped outside the hall, he did not look back.
His footsteps were steady, his expression unreadable.
Alf and Erinnette followed behind in silence.
Without turning his head, Garius spoke.
"I'm going to my private room."
Alf and Erinnette exchanged glances. Alf asked cautiously.
"Shall we accompany you, my Lord?"
After a pause, Garius shook his head.
"I want to be alone."
Erinnette frowned slightly.
"But my Lord—"
Garius cut her off.
"Just for a while."
A tense silence followed. Alf and Erinnette bowed slightly.
"As you wish, my Lord."
Fransesca, who had been nearby, stepped forward, her soft eyes showing quiet concern.
"Dear…"
Garius stopped at his door and turned slightly to look at his wife.
"Fransesca."
His voice was firm but gentle.
"Not this time."
Fransesca sighed softly, understanding she wouldn't push him.
"Alright."
She stepped back as Garius turned back to the door and entered.
