The cold wind swept through the palace gardens, carrying small snowflakes that danced among the trees and stone pathways. Although it was still relatively early, activity had already begun at the main entrance. Several guards patrolled the gates while servants transported boxes and documents between the administrative buildings.
Strax stood before the staircase, finishing adjusting his clothes.
Mercedes remained in front of him, her arms crossed and her expression a mixture of resignation and mild irritation.
Vex, on the other hand, looked absolutely unwilling to accept the situation.
"But Daddy! You said you were going to stay a few more days!" Vex complained, gripping his sleeve tightly.
Strax sighed softly.
"I know, princess. And I did stay, didn't I?" Strax replied, crouching in front of his daughter.
Vex puffed out her cheeks.
"But you could stay longer!" Vex argued, tightening her grip on his sleeve.
Strax smiled.
