Citadel City welcomed the morning with a gentle glow, the rain from the previous days reduced to a faint mist that lingered over the streets and gardens. The air felt fresh, almost celebratory, as if the city itself knew that today was special.
At the heart of it all stood the Sterling Estate.
The grand mansion shimmered under soft golden light, its exterior decorated with elegant arrangements, while inside, the atmosphere was filled with warmth, laughter, and anticipation. The halls were alive with movement, staff walking gracefully with trays, family members gathering in small groups, and the scent of fresh flowers filling every corner.
Today was not just any day.
It was the birthday of the patriarch.
Gordon Sterling.
