The estate was tranquil, the scent of fresh blooms wafting in from the garden and a soft breeze ruffling the curtains. It was an unusually calm day.
Aaron left earlier that day for Ivan's house. He questioned why he was being sent away. He didn't want to leave but Alaric gave him a look. He gave in and went to pack.
"First Adeline, and now me. I wonder what they are doing after sending away innocent children like us." Aaron sulked.
The Marquess sat in his study, focused on paperwork while Alaric was deeply immersed in his studies.
Outside, the weather was sunny and pleasant. It felt like the perfect day. But beneath this calm, something sinister was at play.
Infiltrating the mansion were ten assassins, carefully disguised as common staff. They had arrived slowly over the past few days, each assigned menial roles that allowed them access to various parts of the mansion.
