The east wing of the estate was quieter than the rest.
The grand halls, lined with tall windows and golden chandeliers, exuded an air of authority—unchanging, unwavering.
Claire walked with steady steps, already bracing herself for what awaited her.
When she entered the chamber, her father was not alone.
Several noblemen stood gathered near the fireplace, their hushed conversation halting the moment she arrived. Their gazes turned to her—evaluating, measuring.
"Claire." Lord Aldric addressed her, gesturing for her to step forward. "These are Lord Edwin, Lord Renard, and Duke Fontaine. They have been strong allies to our house, and they have taken great interest in our future alliances."
Alliances.
The word wrapped around her throat like a chain.
She inclined her head politely. "It is a pleasure, my lords."
Lord Edwin, the eldest among them, smiled. "Lady Claire, I have heard much of your grace and wisdom. Your father speaks highly of you."
"He is kind," she replied smoothly.
Duke Fontaine stepped forward. "I believe it is time we speak plainly. House Valen's position is strong, but in uncertain times, strength must be fortified. A union between noble houses ensures stability."
Claire remained composed. "I understand."
Her father observed her closely. "You have always carried yourself with dignity, Claire. I expect nothing less now."
She met his gaze. "Of course, Father."
The discussion continued—talk of power, land, and political strategy.
Claire listened. But her mind drifted.
They spoke of her as if she were a piece on a chessboard.
Not once did they ask what she wanted.
By the time the meeting concluded, Claire excused herself with measured politeness, waiting until the last nobleman stepped out before turning back toward her father.
But before she could even take a breath, Lord Aldric spoke.
"Claire, there is another matter I need to discuss with you."
Her body stiffened.
She had known this was coming.
Still, the words settled over her like a heavy cloak.
"Your engagement."
The air in the room shifted.
The weight of the word pressed against her like a storm gathering in her chest.
Lord Valen did not hesitate. "You've known since childhood that this was arranged. Now that you are of age, it is time you meet your fiancé properly. The date has been set for after the charity event."
Claire nodded. The action felt automatic rather than intentional.
"I understand."
"Good." He studied her carefully before adding, "I trust you will handle this with the grace expected of you."
"Of course, Father."
The conversation was over.
Claire rose, curtsied, and excused herself.
She walked back to her chambers, each step slower than the last.
The moment she stepped inside, she let out a long breath and sat on the edge of her bed, exhaustion sinking into her bones.
The weight of expectations. The weight of duty. The weight of everything.
It was heavier than ever.
A soft knock at the door interrupted her thoughts.
"Come in," she called, her voice quieter than usual.
Elise entered, carrying a tray, her usual warm smile present. "My lady, the final preparations for the event are complete. We leave tomorrow evening."
Claire nodded, composing herself. "That's good."
Elise studied her for a moment before setting down the tray. "Are you nervous about the event?"
Claire hesitated, then offered a small smile. "It's not the event that concerns me."
Elise tilted her head curiously. "Then what is it?"
Claire hesitated again. The words felt heavier than they should have.
"Elise... after the charity event, the date has been set."
Elise's eyes widened before delight broke across her face.
"Oh! That's wonderful news! It's been years since you last saw him, hasn't it?"
Claire watched the excitement in Elise's expression—and felt her own words shift.
"Yes..." she forced a smile. "It has."
"Then we must arrange the perfect dress for your date!" Elise clapped her hands together, already thinking ahead.
Claire nodded. The mask slipped into place.
"I'll leave that matter to you, then."
Before leaving, Elise paused at the door.
"Everything is ready for tomorrow, my lady. Get a good night's rest."
Claire only nodded.
As the door closed behind Elise, she exhaled slowly, staring at the ceiling.
Tomorrow evening, they would leave.
And after that...
She closed her eyes, pushing the thought away.