[Rynthall Estate]
Two hands met in a firm, overly enthusiastic handshake that sent a ripple of tension through the room—as if the universe itself had paused to ask, Wait, are they trying to summon a medical prophecy or just shake hands?
The room, mind you, was already full of more than enough drama: one irritated, visibly unimpressed, barely-pregnant baron (Lucien), his exasperated soon-to-be husband (Silas), and now—two physicians whose energy levels could be classified as "threateningly cheerful."
"Nice to meet you!" chirped Faylen, practically vibrating with uncontained glee. "I am Baron Lucien D'Armoire's family physician, Dr. Faylen Hawke!"
Faylen sparkled. No, really—his eyes sparkled like he had just spotted a unicorn trying to do taxes in his pantry.
Fredrick matched his energy like a kindergartner who had just discovered fruit punch was free and bottomless.
