In the early morning, Earl Hall woke up at his usual time and took a stroll in his garden and lawn.
By the time he finished looking at his beloved thoroughbreds, he returned to the third floor of the villa and changed out of his outing clothes. His wife, Caitlyn, had already woken up and was instructing her lady's maid to relay her thoughts to the rest of the servants.
"It's time for breakfast." Earl Hall stood beside the coat rack and smiled at his wife.
At that moment, he heard a commotion outside, one that was getting closer and closer, but it did not quell.
With a slight frown, Earl Hall turned his head to look at his valet.
Without needing the noble to speak, the valet immediately walked to the window and drew open the thin curtain.
With a swoosh, more light shone into the bedroom. It was clear.
The valet then cast his gaze out the window and scanned his surroundings. His expression suddenly became solemn.
