Morning.
Dining Hall, Theodore Mansion.
Critic Arley, Critic-Ishire.
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"Lord Theodore" Helena acknowledged the lord, the moment the couple reached the dining hall, arm in arm.
With a smile Theodore replied. "Lady Helena"
"Oh I have no such title" Helena said humbly.
"As you wish" he retorted easily.
Helena met Lydia's eyes and they both dropped it abruptly.
In the dimly lit dining hall of the Theodore mansion, the morning sun struggled to pierce through the heavy drapes, casting long shadows across the elegant table where Lydia, Theodore, and their esteemed guest Helena sat enjoying breakfast.
The atmosphere was one of quiet superfluity, with their shiny silverware gleaming in the subdued light and delicate porcelain dishes filled with an array of delectable treats.
