The grandeur of the Steele Family's mansion loomed before Alaric and Ulyria as their carriage pulled up to the sprawling estate. The journey had been long and exhausting, but the sight of his childhood home filled Alaric with a mix of nostalgia and anticipation. He turned to Ulyria, who looked both awestruck and nervous.
"Welcome to the Steele family mansion, sweet cheeks," Alaric said, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Home sweet home. Quite a change from that dusty old warehouse, wouldn't you say?"
Ulyria simply nodded, her eyes wide with a mixture of wonder and apprehension. "It's… magnificent," she breathed, her voice barely a whisper.
As they stepped out of the carriage, Alaric led Ulyria through the ornate gardens and into the grand foyer. The mansion was a testament to the Steele Family's wealth and power, with its high ceilings, marble floors, and opulent decor.
