540 Arlan And Philip

Once they finished their meal, Arlan carefully collected the empty utensils onto a wooden tray, a chore he carried out with a quiet efficiency that spoke of routine. He then retrieved a dress for Oriana, one that Roman had arranged per Arlan's meticulous instructions.

Placing the garment gently on the bed, Arlan turned to Oriana, who was seated on the edge, "You can change into these. I'll be in my study," he instructed, his tone gentle but distant.

Oriana met his gaze, her eyes reflecting a hint of concern. "It's late. Aren't you sleeping?"

"I have some work to do," Arlan replied, his gaze lingering on her briefly before he turned away. "Sleep well," and quietly exited the chamber.