Madam Beckett was standing in the middle of the room, arms lifted slightly as several assistants circled her, tapes and fabric samples in hand.
She was being measured for new garments—mid-process, regal and composed as ever.
Everything stopped the instant Morgan entered.
All eyes turned to the boy; heads dipped low in respect.
"Morgan?" Madam Beckett turned, a soft smile blooming across her face. She opened her arms without hesitation. "Come here, dear."
Morgan ran straight into her embrace, and the entire room seemed to warm instantly.
Madam Beckett stroked his hair once before lifting her gaze to the attendants."Please leave us alone," she instructed gently.
The staff scattered out at once, leaving only the three of them in the room.
As the staff members bowed and filed past Mervyn, his eyes caught on their uniforms—Hyacinthia's colors, Hyacinthia's crest.
What were people from Hyacinthia doing here?
