Morning sunlight gradually poured through the enormous windows of the Valecrest Manor, washing the elegant white-and-navy interiors beneath a warm golden glow while the countless servants throughout the estate quietly carried out their duties beneath an atmosphere far calmer than the tension and bloodshed that had consumed the manor only a short time ago.
The soft sounds of utensils, distant footsteps, and faint murmurs occasionally drifted through the corridors, while outside the vast gardens surrounding the estate swayed gently beneath the cool morning breeze.
Meanwhile, inside the grand dining hall—
Damon sat quietly at the enormous dining table while finishing his breakfast in his usual composed manner.
But unlike before—
This time, he was not alone.
