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As Blackthorn's cart stopped in front of Fairfax mansion, the difference between the two mansions became immediately apparent.

Unlike the eerie silence that shrouded Blackthorn's residence, Fairfax manor was a hive of activity.

Servants bustled about, tending to various tasks, while the sounds of life - laughter, chatter, and the clatter of dishes - echoed through the grand halls and spilled out onto the manicured grounds.

Gustavo leaped from the cart before it had fully stopped, his boots crunching on the gravel driveway as he strode purposefully towards the imposing front door of the mansion.

The evening sun cast long, dramatic shadows across the lawn, giving the scene an almost theatrical quality.

But before Gustavo could reach the entrance, a mountain of a man emerged from around the corner of the house. Standing well over six feet tall, with shoulders as broad as an ox, the guard's mere presence was impossible to ignore. He placed a meaty hand on Gustavo's chest, effortlessly halting him in his tracks.

The guard's eyes narrowed suspiciously as he looked Gustavo up and down. It was clear from his aggressive stance and gruff tone that he had no intention of letting just anyone waltz into the mansion.

"Hold it right there," the man growled, his voice as rough as sandpaper. "Where do you think you're going?"

Gustavo, taken aback by the guard's intimidating demeanor, quickly regained his composure.

With a raised eyebrow and a hint of annoyance, he asked, "I'm sorry, but are you new here? If you weren't, you'd know that I work for Lord Blackthorn."

At the mention of Blackthorn's name, the guard's eyes widened, and his entire demeanor shifted dramatically. The intimidating stance melted away, replaced by a look of embarrassment and recognition.

"Blackthorn? Oh, I... I'm terribly sorry, sir," the guard stammered, his face flushing red. He took a step back, his massive frame seeming to shrink as he realized his mistake. "I didn't realize... Please, forgive my ignorance."

Gustavo waved off the apology with a gracious nod. "No harm done. Now, if you would be so kind as to inform Lord Fairfax that Lord Blackthorn is here."

Lord Fairfax, Cordelia's husband and Lord Blackthorn were close... acquaintances of some sort. They did things here and there that not many people knew details of. But the general belief was that they went together well which truthfully was a first since everyone knew lord Blackthorn's reputation amongst the other nobles.

The guard, eager to make amends for his error, nodded vigorously. "Of course, sir. Right away." He turned on his heel, moving with surprising agility for a man of his size, and hurried towards the mansion's entrance.

Within moments, the guard reappeared at the entrance, slightly out of breath. He called out to Gustavo, "Sir, Lord Fairfax says to usher Lord Blackthorn in right away. He's expecting him at his dining table."

Gustavo nodded and turned back towards the cart where Blackthorn was waiting. He approached the vehicle and said, "My lord, you may go in now. Lord Fairfax is expecting you,"

Blackthorn, who had been sitting patiently in the cart looked up with his usual stoic demeanor, his face as blank as a malfunctioning tv screen slowly rose.

As they walked towards the mansion, his presence seemed to command attention. The bustling activity around the estate slowed, and heads turned to watch. Servants paused in their tasks, stealing glances at the infamous visitor.

Even those who had never seen Blackthorn before seemed to sense the power and influence that cloaked him like an invisible mantle.

His piercing eyes swept the surroundings, missing nothing, as he followed the guard inside the mansion, with Gustavo in tow.

Gustavo took his position outside the dining room, and Blackthorn entered to find Fairfax seated alone at a large, ornate table.

The sweet scent of Fairfax's perfume was what first greeted the noble's nose as he walked in.

Three place settings were arranged, though only Fairfax occupied one - the absence of Cordelia, Fairfax's wife, was unnoticed.

Fairfax rose to greet his guest, a practiced smile on his face. "Blackthorn, what an unexpected pleasure. Please, join me for a meal." He gestured to one of the empty chairs.

Blackthorn nodded, settling into the offered seat with measured grace. "Thank you, Fairfax. Most kind." Eyes lingering on Fairfax.

Lord Fairfax's appearance was a striking contrast to the imposing figure of Lord Blackthorn. Where Blackthorn exuded an aura of rugged masculinity, Fairfax possessed a more delicate, almost ethereal quality.

He stood several inches shorter than Blackthorn, his slender frame giving him an almost boyish demeanor. However, there was nothing childish about Fairfax's bearing - his movements were marked by a graceful poise that bespoke his noble upbringing.

Fairfax's face was a study in refined features. His skin was smooth and unblemished, devoid of the weathered lines that etched Blackthorn's countenance. High cheekbones and a sharp, angular jawline gave him an aristocratic appearance, while his full, expressive lips were quick to curl into a warm smile.

The most striking aspect of Fairfax's appearance, however, were his eyes. They were a mesmerizing shade of steel gray, framed by thick, dark lashes that contrasted beautifully with his pale complexion. His gaze was both penetrating and perceptive, betraying an keen intellect that lay beneath the surface.

Fairfax's dark hair was neatly styled, the strands meticulously combed and parted to frame his face in a manner that accentuated his delicate features. There was not a single errant lock to be seen, a testament to his fastidious grooming.

In his tailored doublet and breeches of deep burgundy, Fairfax exuded an air of refined elegance. The fabric, though not as ostentatious as Blackthorn's attire, was of the highest quality, showcasing Fairfax's impeccable taste and attention to detail.

As servants silently appeared to serve them, Fairfax leaned forward, curiosity evident in his eyes. "What brings you here today, old friend?"

Blackthorn's lips curved into a small smile. "Just paying a visit. It's been too long since we last spoke."

They began to eat, the clink of silverware punctuating their conversation. Fairfax took a sip of wine before asking, "So, Blackthorn, how are your business ventures faring these days? I hear you've been expanding your interests in the eastern districts."

Blackthorn nodded, his expression carefully neutral. "Indeed, the eastern markets have shown promise. We've seen some growth there."

Fairfax nodded, cleaning his mouth with a napkin. Then he pressed further, "And what of your shipping enterprise? I understand there have been some... complications with the harbor regulations?"

"Nothing we can't handle," Blackthorn replied smoothly. "Bureaucracy can be tedious, but we always find a way to navigate it."

"And your enterprises?" Blackthorn asked, deftly turning the conversation.

Fairfax sighed, his shoulders sagging slightly. "Business is fine, but politics... that's where the real stress lies these days. The landscape is constantly shifting."

"In fact," Fairfax continued, glancing at the clock, "I'm expecting some political figures to arrive soon. There are some... delicate matters to discuss."

"Is that so?" Blackthorn mused, taking a sip of wine. "How intriguing. Perhaps I've chosen an interesting day for my visit after all." He chuckled. If Matilda or anyone was present perhaps they'd think it was a miracle to see his teeth in amusement besides him bearing his teeth in anger.

As Fairfax and Blackthorn continued their discussion, the door to the dining room opened, and Cordelia entered.

However though, her steps faltered momentarily as she caught sight of Blackthorn, fear flashing briefly in her eyes before she regained her composure.

"Lord Blackthorn," she said, her voice steady despite her inner turmoil. "What a surprise to see you here." She gracefully took her seat at the table, her gaze flicking between her husband and their unexpected guest. Blackthorn nodded courtly at her before resuming his conversation with Fairfax, almost like she was not there.

Cordelia's mind raced, 'Why is he here? Is he to inquire about Zafron and the XY Virus test results again?' She steeled herself, determined not to let her unease show.

"So, to what do we owe the pleasure of your visit?" she asked with a smile, interrupting their conversation.

Blackthorn's response was as smooth as before. "Just paying a friendly visit to your lovely home, Cordelia. It's been far too long."

Fairfax, oblivious to the tension, smiled and asked, "How is Matilda doing, Blackthorn? I hope she's well."

The question caught Blackthorn off guard. For a moment, shock registered on his face as he realized Fairfax was unaware of Matilda's disappearance.

His eyes drifted to Cordelia's face, and he knew she was uneasy, aware that Matilda was missing.

He opened his mouth, unsure of how to explain to his friend, when suddenly the door burst open.

A guard rushed in, looking slightly out of breath.

He approached Fairfax and whispered urgently in his ear. Fairfax's expression changed, a mix of surprise and anticipation crossing his features.

He stood abruptly, straightening his shiny shirt. "I apologize, but it seems my expected guests have arrived earlier than anticipated. They're waiting in their carriages outside. I must go and greet them personally."

He turned to Blackthorn and Cordelia. "Please, enjoy your meal. I'll return as soon as I can."

With that, Fairfax strode out of the room, leaving Blackthorn and Cordelia alone at the table.

Blackthorn turned to Cordelia as soon as her husband had stepped away, his expression cold. "I'd love to have a small chat with you Cordelia."