The Sandornen Estate hummed with the quiet tension of the night.
Lanterns illuminated the stone pathways, casting a golden glow on the sprawling grounds. Guards patrolled with practiced diligence, their eyes scanning for anything out of the ordinary. The night stillness and the sound of crickets echoed in the distance.
Inside the estate, the atmosphere was equally charged. The departure of the eldest son had caused a significant uproar in the clan. Whispers of his defiance reached every corner, from the kitchens to the grand halls.
The patriarch, ever the symbol of control, was now said to be seething over his son's antics—not only for leaving the estate but for his reckless behaviour in the city. Throwing around the family name with abandon, bolstered by the audacity of his new wife, the eldest son's actions were a stark affront to the clan's dignity.
