Eira's POV
The moment I stepped inside the manor, I was completely stunned by its beauty.
The entrance hall opened into a breathtaking space with towering ceilings and a sweeping staircase that curved upward with graceful elegance. The polished wooden banister gleamed softly, its surface worn smooth by years of touch. Beneath my feet, the polished stone floor stretched across the hall, arranged in intricate patterns that reflected the golden light above.
Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, scattering warm light across the grand walls. Portraits of figures who looked like ancient royalty adorned the walls, their solemn gazes watching over the hall. Antiques filled every corner, each piece whispering stories of an age long past.
Leon guided us through the manor and led us into the grand drawing room.
