The group made their way through the familiar halls of Winterborne manor in silence. Like always, the place was immaculate. Various personal portraits and expensive paintings were hung on the walls—thankfully none contained any will like back in the academy.
Michael was flanked by Melody and Rudy, each wearing different expressions. The former seemed anxious, her eyes lowered, while Rudy was his usual carefree self—evaluating the place with wonder.
They soon arrived in the gardens of the estate, getting some of the servants attention. Michael saw a few familiar faces who sent him an inconspicuous smile or wave of greeting, not wanting to bother the lord.
He smiled back, feeling genuinely happy in that moment.
"Man, you're so popular." Rudy whispered, nudging him.
Michael let out a small chuckle, "I was also part of the servants remember?"
