Henri began descending the spiral staircase, his footsteps echoing in the vast space. The mansion's other side unfolded before them, a grand spectacle of architecture and artistry. Sir Eadric's absence was noted, but not dwelled upon. The highest floor formed an intricate spiral, with a massive chandelier suspended from the ornate ceiling, its crystals refracting light in a dazzling display.
The staircase itself was a marvel of craftsmanship. Wrought iron railings twisted like vines, their intricate patterns telling stories of ages past. Each step was made of polished marble, veined with gold that seemed to shimmer with every footfall. The walls surrounding them were adorned with tapestries and paintings, each one a window into the family's rich history.
