The grand living hall of the Rubenhart Estate was designed as the warm, beating heart of the estate.
Ornate sofas, plush armchairs, and carved tables were arranged perfectly across the large space. It was an impeccable space for formal gatherings or intimate conversations.
Years ago, when the late Countess still drew breath, the room had been a vibrant place. It was constantly filled with the echoing sounds of laughter and warmth.
She used to sit by the roaring hearth, cradling young Ulrich in her arms while the former Count smiled proudly at her side. They would talk for hours, laughing freely as they watched their bright-eyed son play on the rugs.
Ulrich had been a remarkably intelligent child, a prodigy even then. The Count had always wanted to push the boy to his limits to secure the family's legacy.
