As the grand breakfast faded into the gentle hues of twilight, the Ainorth mansion glowed with warmth and laughter. Lord Ainorth sat at the head of the table, surrounded by his wives and children, their faces lit with joy. The long table, laden with sumptuous dishes, reflected the abundance of their household, each plate carefully prepared by the finest cooks in the realm.
Eleanor, seated to her husband's right, watched him with a mix of satisfaction and pride. He laughed heartily at a jest shared by Lady Celeste, their youngest wife, who was busy recounting the mischief her children had wrought that day. The other wives chimed in, each contributing to the atmosphere of camaraderie, but Eleanor's heart swelled with a sense of triumph that transcended the moment.
