[Rynthall Estate—Morning Madness / Main Hall]
The morning light spilled across the estate like golden gossip—soft, warm, and full of dangerous curiosity.
And the whole estate?
Was vibrating with the tension of an incoming storm. Footsteps thundered down the hallway. Teacups clattered in panic. Curtains were yanked closed like they would hide the shame of what was to come.
"LADY SERAPHINA IS HERE—!!!"
A shriek ripped through the estate like a battle horn.
One maid skidded to a halt, nearly dropping a tray of freshly cut melon. "Again?!"
Another, clutching a bundle of lace curtains like a lifeline, nodded gravely. "Yes. Third time this month. She just strolled in wearing emeralds and war crimes."
"Oh gods," someone whispered. "Did she bring her fan again?"
"The one she uses like a sword? Yes. I saw her open it at the front gate. It was sparkling with vengeance."
A collective gasp.
