Magnus and Alora stood at the entrance of the grand mansion, the air filled with the lingering scent of herbs and other mysterious plants. The ancient estate was home to the witches, a place where many secrets thrived. As they stepped inside, the heavy door creaked shut behind them.
In the drawing room, the butler greeted them with a courteous nod. "Please, make yourselves comfortable," he said, his voice smooth and respectful, gesturing towards the plush velvet sofa by the fireplace. "I will inform Mistress Rienna of your arrival."
Magnus and Alora exchanged a glance before settling into the luxurious sofa. The butler bowed slightly before turning on his heel and leaving the room.
"Magnus, I haven't had time to prepare anything," Alora admitted, her voice tinged with concern. "But I'll do my best to ensure a favorable outcome."
Magnus met her gaze with unwavering confidence. "I trust you," he replied simply.
