The days that followed Alaric's intense training passed in a blur, each one marked by the steady rhythm of life at the Steele Mansion. The servants moved seamlessly through the vast halls, performing their duties with practiced ease. The soft clink of dishes and the murmurs of conversation filled the air as the mansion hummed with the sounds of everyday life. The smell of freshly baked bread wafted from the kitchens, blending with the savory scent of roasting meats and the subtle fragrance of polished wood and fresh flowers that adorned the marble halls.
