The whispering breeze carried the delicate fragrance of flowers, and the moon cast a gentle glow, turning the garden into a magical retreat. In this tranquil space, Madeline found solace, a brief respite from the tumultuous journey that had brought her to this moment.
As the moon hung low in the velvet sky, a servant approached, breaking the serenity with an unexpected missive.
The parchment, adorned with an official seal, held the weight of grandeur and tradition. It was an invitation, an acknowledgment of her resurgence, from none other than Sir Reaves of the illustrious James family.
"Ma Madeline," the servant announced, bowing respectfully, "You have been invited to the Grand Banquet by Sir Reaves of the James family."
