The cryptic riddle wrapped itself around her mind, its implications heavy with threat and promise. To anyone else, it might appear to be a cautionary note, perhaps even an ally reaching out in secrecy. But for Second Aunt, the words held a weight far more personal.
She recognized the significance of the lion metaphor embedded within the message. It was a warning, one that resonated deeply with her. The lion, a symbol of strength and dominance, represented the family she thought she had tamed.
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On the other side of the estate, in her quiet office, Esme sat comfortably in her chair, a sly smirk playing on her lips. The room was bathed in soft light, and the air was thick with the scent of old books and parchment. Across from her, Helga raised an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued by the mischievous gleam in Esme's eyes.
