In the quiet aftermath of a terrible meeting with his future partner whom he will marry, Mattheo clenched his fists, his jaw tight with the realization that he had let something precious slip away. The person he loved, the one who had captured his heart, was now vanishing beyond the horizon. His mind replayed the moments leading up to this, dissecting his own role in this tragedy.

With a sharp command, he turned to his father's loyal followers. "You there, order the death eaters to stop that damn carriage. Don't let it leave the property. At all."

He hissed, the urgency in his voice cutting through the stillness of the night.

His father, the dark lord's, henchmen, draped in dark cloaks, exchanged glances but swiftly moved to carry out his orders. Mattheo's eyes were fixed on the distant road, where the carriage had dwindled to a mere silhouette against the moonlit sky. He couldn't bear the thought of a future without them.