Normally, the Holyfield household was anything but quiet.
The mansion buzzed with laughter, chatter, and the constant movement of women going about their days—playing games, teasing each other, arguing over nothing, making up over everything.
It was the kind of noise that should have been annoying but somehow felt like home.
But right now, Cassius's mansion was eerily silent.
If you looked inside, you'd find empty corridors and abandoned rooms.
No maids scurrying about with fresh linens.
No sisters debating theology in the library.
No sound of skittering children's feet or Julie's firm voice calling out orders, when the Holy Guard came over to train.
This was because everyone had gone to the harvest festival.
And what a festival it was! Cassius had outdone himself!
He hadn't just organized a few stalls and called it a day.
No, he had brought a proper carnival over from his world.
