The grandfather clock in Blackwood Manor struck noon.
Its deep chimes echoed through the grand entrance hall, where the household staff moved with their usual quiet efficiency.
Elara had spent the morning familiarizing herself with the estate. Mrs. Hayes had shown her the library, the conservatory filled with rare orchids, and the gardens that stretched far beyond what the eye could see.
She was beginning to feel a little less like a guest.
A little more like someone who belonged.
Even if she still questioned it herself.
She had just stepped into the sunlit conservatory when Nathan approached, his expression composed but noticeably more serious than usual.
"Mrs. Blackwood."
She looked up from the white orchid she had been admiring.
"Yes, Nathan?"
"We're expecting visitors."
Elar
