Chapter 12: Noxvalen Academy.
[Astravore’s POV]
A line of sleek black cars moved through the dark streets of Ashborn territory.
A beautiful red moon was reflected in their tinted windows.
Some cars led the way; others followed behind—forming a perfect formation like a royal escort.
In the largest vehicle at the centre, Duke Astravore sat alone, one leg crossed over the other and a gloved hand resting atop his cane.
The interior was spacious and silent. Not even a whisper of vibration. It almost felt like the car wasn’t moving at all.
Of course, the Duke didn’t need a car. With his power, teleporting anywhere took a second.
But formal appearances mattered. Especially during official visits.
He hadn’t spoken a word since leaving the Ashborn estate but his mind was far from quiet.
Three years of political support.
That was the boy’s price.
It amused him.