The aroma of freshly baked honey bread still lingered throughout Bloodstone Manor long after the lively morning in the kitchen had ended. The sweet, warm scent drifted lazily down the grand stone corridors, offering a comforting contrast to the crisp winter air outside. It felt as though the very walls of the estate were absorbing the newfound warmth of the household.
Although the servants had spent nearly two hours scrubbing every trace of stray flour from the walls and ceiling, occasional white footprints still appeared mysteriously upon the dark wood floors. A few industrious maids sighed playfully upon discovering a fresh trail near the grand staircase. Yet, despite the extra labor, no one in the manor had the heart to complain about the mess.
