Arthur summoned some energy and said, "After your long journey, you must be tired. Let the housekeeper guide you to your room to rest. We can talk more tomorrow."

"Okay," Deirdre rose. "Thanks."

Arthur hesitated, feeling the unfamiliar politeness from his biological child, but he understood.

"No need for such formality, Deirdre. These are my responsibilities."

As the housekeeper led Deirdre across the courtyard, they met Ryker, who was returning from the garden.

"Hello, Deirdre." Ryker's smile was soft. Their relationship had grown quickly in the past few days. Deirdre had come to rely on him.

Seeing Ryker eased some of Deirdre's unease, and she hurried over to hug him.

Ryker patted her back gently. "What's troubling you? Are you getting along with Mr. Parker?"

Deirdre closed her eyes. "It's just... it hurts. If only my mother were alive. Accepting my father now feels like I'm betraying her."

Ryker held her, comforting, "Your parents were separated by force. They loved each ot