Chapter 69: The Grand Duchess Arrives
The descent was smooth. Too smooth, if Lucas was being honest.
He hadn’t expected the estate to have a landing strip. And not just a cleared field or some vaguely reinforced patch of grass—but an actual, paved private runway, trimmed by manicured hedges and discreet floodlights, like something out of a royal military compound trying to pass for a family vacation home.
He stared out the window as the wheels touched down, and the estate unfolded beneath the wingtip—black stone and golden light, sharp architecture framed by dark pine and symmetry. The kind of place built to impress diplomats and intimidate in-laws.
He turned his head, his gaze cutting toward Trevor.
"You have a runway."
Trevor unbuckled his belt, calm as ever. "It’s efficient."
"It’s excessive."
Trevor didn’t argue.
Outside, the landing team moved with quiet precision—two attendants, one armed escort, and a vehicle already waiting at the edge of the platform. The sky was still tinged with the final color of twilight, but the estate was lit as if it had been expecting royalty. Or war.
Lucas didn’t speak as they stepped down the stairs and into the open night. The air smelled clean. Cold. Expensive.
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By the time the car pulled up to the main entrance, the staff was already in place.
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Two lines.