After Ophelia finished her breakfast, determined to shake off the lingering effects of the morning's regret, she briskly returned to her study.
The mahogany desk, with piles of documents, awaited her attention. As she settled into her chair, Ophelia took a deep breath, ready to dive into the sea of paperwork that demanded her expertise.
With a determined gaze, Ophelia immersed herself in the affairs of the estate, seeking solace in the structured world of responsibilities.
The rhythmic scratch of quill on parchment became a therapeutic cadence, a counterpoint to the earlier discord of regrets. Each stroke of the pen was a deliberate step towards reclaiming control and reaffirming her commitment to the duties that defined her role as the head of the household.
