The atmosphere within the Drayden Manor grew noticeably quieter as Luca followed the elderly butler through the expansive corridors of the estate.
Unlike the lively sections near the reception halls, this wing of the mansion carried a solemn dignity befitting the residence of the family's patriarch. The polished marble beneath their feet reflected the warm morning sunlight pouring through towering arched windows, while portraits of former Dukes watched silently from crimson walls adorned with banners that had witnessed centuries of the family's history. Every few steps, fully armored knights stood motionless beside intricately carved pillars, their unwavering expressions making the entire corridor feel less like part of a home and more like the approach to a king's throne room.
Neither Luca nor the old butler exchanged a single word.
Only the measured rhythm of their footsteps echoed softly through the otherwise silent hallway.
