Vivian stepped out of the main house and stood in front of the big iron gate.
The morning air felt cool and fresh. He took a deep breath.
It smelled like wet grass, flowers, and a little bit of earth. He had missed this smell. It had been many years since he last came home.
The Zenithara estate looked the same, yet somehow different.
The main house stood tall and long like a straight palace, its white walls shining softly in the early sunlight.
Far away, about 100 meters from the house, he could see the administrative office.
That was where all the family officials worked every day, taking care of money, farms, trade, and other important things.
Even his father, the patriarch, spent most of his time there.
But Vivian's eyes turned to the garden next.
The garden was right beside the main house.
A small wooden door connected the house directly to the garden, so anyone could walk in anytime.
