EDMOND'S POV.

I stood with my back to the door, my hands clasped behind me, as I faced the window.

The fresh air gently caressed my face, and I sighed in contentment, savoring the moment of tranquility.

My gaze was fixed on the ground far below, the scenery seeming distant and blurred as I lost myself in thought.

Suddenly, loud noises erupted from behind the door, jolting me from my reverie. A frown settled on my face, my curiosity piqued.

What could the maids be up to now? Their commotion was unusual and unwelcome.

The door swung open, and Camilla’s face appeared, her expression far from pleased.

The displeasure etched...