After the chaos surrounding Ulysses had finally settled, a sense of calm slowly returned to the estate—though not without a few lingering shadows in the halls. Morning light spiltough the high arched windows of the mansion, casting long amber streaks over polished floors and rich mahogany furniture.
Outside, the estate stirred with life. Gardeners clipped rose hedges with precision, stable boys led freshly groomed horses across the gravel path, and workers bustled between the granary, brewery, and creamery, their voices weaving into the hum of a well-functioning estate.
Inside, the great house exhaled into its usual rhythm. Servants moved quietly through the corridors, dusting tapestries and stoking fireplaces. The scent of beeswax polish mingled with fresh bread rising in the kitchen ovens. The mansion, as vast as it was, felt warm again—alive with the comfort of order.
