Arthur's eyes narrowed slightly in recognition.
Audrey.
It had been some time since he last saw her, but he hadn't forgotten.
The daughter of Marquis Henry, once a reserved noblewoman who stood during court banquets, now wore thick leather gloves and a soot-stained apron like any other workshop apprentice. After the royal banquet on Accession Day, Arthur had personally spoken with her—curious about her interest in machinery and enchantment. What surprised him then was not just her curiosity, but her sharp, technical mind.
He had assigned her to assist Owen directly, not merely as a helper, but as a quiet observer—to learn, to contribute, and eventually, to lead.
