The mansion stood firm, appearing majestic from afar amidst the falling snow. But within its walls, grief seeped into every corner.
A full day had passed since the disaster that struck them. The once–lively hallways had fallen deathly silent in the aftermath.
Curtains remained drawn, footsteps were scarce, and the entire household seemed to hold its breath, quietly mourning their fate.
Even the repair work for the burned quarters had been halted, forcing their occupants to relocate to other chambers within the main building temporarily.
That heavy silence, however, was short-lived.
A carriage bearing the royal emblem of the Firebird rolled into the mansion's compound, its presence stirring the still ground.
King Kyden stepped out at once, striding toward the main entrance with his chamberlain and escorts close behind.
From inside the mansion, Anryr, Eric, the chief of the royal knights, and his men, along with several servants, hurried to welcome him.
