Liam
I rounded the corner and was now standing in front of Dad's chamber. I exhaled sharply, forcing some calm into myself as I pushed the door open.
The room came alive in a wash of enormous golden light that shimmered across every corner of the space, some of it streaming in through the tall windows while the rest poured from the grand chandelier suspended just beneath the ceiling.
Dad’s room was massive, one of the largest in the house. Furnished with an expansive bed, a private study area tucked to the side, towering bookshelves lined with volumes of both ancient and modern histories, and a washroom and minibar stretching out along the opposite end. Altogether, it held a complete, luxurious ambiance where one could study, think, and strategize effortlessly, without lifting a finger
