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Outside, the estate had already shifted more deeply into night.
Lamps burned brighter along the inner paths. The servants’ pace changed. The house stopped pretending it was still day and admitted that whatever ca next would belong to the darker hours.
Sekht crossed through those hours with the kind of stillness that only made him look more dangerous.
He did not return first to the main family sitting rooms. He went to his own chamber, not because he intended to hide, but because a eting with Mihos Dawn was not the sort of thing one entered by accident. He changed into darker formal clothes. Not noble parade wear. Not house softness. Sothing lean, fitted, and controlled. Clothing ant for a man who expected conversation to remain conversation only as long as it deserved to.
When he ca back down, Elena was already waiting in the inner hall.
She had changed as well.
Not dramatically. Elena never needed drama. But where she had worn practical house authority earlier, she now wore sothing colder and more martial beneath the sa elegance. Dark sleeves fitted closer. Movent is easier on it. Nothing visible to ordinary eyes that would scream rank or danger, yet any competent observer would understand that she had dressed to kill efficiently if the night chose to beco vulgar.
And she was not alone.
Three maids stood with her. Not ordinary maids.
The sa three rank-three won who had fought in the auction house when Iron House had overreached and blood answered stone. The sa three who loved Sekht with the quiet, dangerous loyalty of won who had already chosen a side in their hearts before they had been asked to formally choose it in politics.
They looked entirely proper at first glance. House-trained. They were beautiful and disciplined. Their hair was arranged. The sleeves were neat. The maids’ eyes lowered when required. But none of that hid what they were to those who knew how to read bodies built for violence.
The first, slim and dark-eyed, carried herself like a blade hidden in silk. Her expression remained calm, but the set of her shoulders said she expected trouble and had already accepted it as tonight’s likely guest.
The second was softer-faced, warr at a glance, and therefore more dangerous because people like Mihos often made mistakes around won who looked gentle. She had the kind of composure that ca from enjoying obedience and breaking it in others by force when necessary.
The third, the tallest of them, looked most like a proper house attendant from across a room and most like a trained killer once she moved. There was a steadiness in the way she stood that belonged to shields and unflinching blows.
Kess, brought out under escort only after this small group had already ford. He saw them and felt a very private kind of despair.
He knew those three. Not by na. By mory.
They were the won who also watched him. He learned what lower Dawn house maids really ant. They were strong. Seeing them now at Sekht’s side told him sothing simple. He is ready to fight, if needed. That was not good for him.
This was not a polite courtesy visit.
This was a lower-branch heir traveling to et the main-house heir with enough hidden teeth that only a fool would count the smiles and miss the bite.
Sekht looked over the assembled group once.
"Elena stays close to ."
No one argued.
He looked at the three maids. "If words hold, you remain calm. Don’t do anything without my order."
That was an instruction, not a comfort.
The tallest bowed her head first. "Yes, Young Master."
The other two followed with the sa answer.
Kess felt the line in the command imdiately. If words held.
Which ant if Mihos behaved within the rules of conversation and inherited structure, the won stayed what they appeared to be: rank-three maids of a dangerous lower house. But if words fail...
Then the rest of the sentence had no need to be spoken.
Bat Bat, who had sohow discovered that ’serious eting’ thought of interesting drama and therefore believed herself entitled to participation. She appeared at the far end of the hall just in ti to beco a problem.
"I am coming too."
Sekht did not even turn at first. "No."
Bat Bat stopped only because she had not expected that answer to arrive so quickly.
"Why?"
Sekht answered, "Because this is not for you."
She replied, "That is a rude sentence."
"It is also the answer." Sekht said.
Bat Bat marched closer, now entirely comfortable enough in her adult human body to turn righteous indignation into movent without tripping over furniture. That alone was unfortunate. "I have opinions about heirs."
"That is exactly why you are not coming."
The three maids looked at Bat Bat with the expression of won who had already survived her once today and did not wish to repeat the experience in front of nobility.
Bat Bat folded her arms. "I can be quiet."
No one in the hall believed that.
Kess looked at Bat Bat with wonder. He doesn’t know who she is. But he can tell from her attitude that she is soone important.
Bat Bat noticed the disbelief from Sekht, Elena, maids and grew more offended. "I can."
Elena saved the situation before it beca ridiculous enough to insult the night itself.
"You will remain here," she said.
Bat Bat opened her mouth.
Elena added, "And if you are very well behaved, I will explain later why lower noble politics are even more pathetic than grammar."
That makes Bat Bat paused. Her eyes narrowed in thought.
Then, because she was still Bat Bat and curiosity ruled half her soul, she said, "That is a tempting offer."
"It is the only offer."
Bat Bat looked at Sekht, then Elena, then at the gathered escorts. She clearly understood that she had lost this battle. Not because she accepted the logic. Because there were too many people in the room willing to physically stop her and no one sympathetic enough to call that unfair.
Finally she sighed with theatrical suffering. "Very well. But if soone insults the Master and I am not there to improve the quality of the response, I want that noted."
"It is noted," Sekht said.
Bat Bat brightened slightly at that and then, like all creatures who won tiny victories inside larger defeats, accepted the arrangent as though it had been her idea all along.
She withdrew and the hall beca quieter.
Sekht turned to Kess.
"Lead the way."
Kess bowed at once. The little formation moved.
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