The morning sun rose over the expansive estate, casting a golden glow over the mansion and its surrounding grounds. Inside, the servants bustled about with their daily tasks, their movements precise and efficient. Today, however, there was a palpable sense of urgency and purpose. Lord Jasper had given a direct order: Nicole's belongings were to be moved into his chambers.
Jasper stood in his study, his eyes fixed on Rowland, his trusted head butler. Rowland, a man of impeccable discipline and loyalty, had served Jasper's family for decades. He knew the weight of this command, the significance of the bond that had formed between Jasper and Nicole.
"Rowland," Jasper said, his voice firm yet carrying an undercurrent of emotion. "Ensure that Nicole's belongings are moved to my chambers. Handle everything with care and respect. Make sure all her paintings are hung on the walls it looks empty without them."
