The soft morning light filtered through the sheer curtains, casting a gentle glow across Eliana's room. The events of the previous day still lingered in her mind, a bittersweet symphony of justice served and compassion extended. As she rose from her bed, a sense of purpose filled her, a newfound determination to embrace the life that lay ahead.
After completing her morning rituals, Eliana called for Lydia, her voice echoing through the grand corridors of Ravenwood Mansion. The once-empty halls now bustled with activity, a testament to the changes that had swept through the estate. Lydia, her face etched with a mix of concern and curiosity, appeared promptly.
"Good morning, Lydia," Eliana greeted her with a warm smile. "I trust you slept well?"
Lydia nodded, her eyes searching Eliana's face for any lingering traces of the previous day's turmoil. "I did, my lady," she replied, her voice soft. "And you?"
