Julian had just reached the top of the main staircase when a voice came from behind him.
"Kraven."
Julian paused, one foot hovering above the first stair. He turned slowly.
Olivia was approaching from the far end of the corridor. She walked with the same natural composure she carried everywhere, but there was something different about her this morning. Her orange gown was modest, flowing smoothly behind her, and her hair was loose around her shoulders rather than pinned.
"Yes, Mother?" Julian said, offering her a small, respectful bow.
Olivia stopped few feet away from him. She hesitated for a visible moment, her fingers tightening slightly around the small bundle of letters she was carrying.
"I need to talk to you," she said, her voice low enough that only he could hear.
