The guards at the outer gate gave them a brief once-over before stepping aside, allowing them entry. As they passed through, the cool air of the estate grounds felt heavier, carrying the weight of history with every step.
Boy's gaze lifted, drinking in the sheer grandeur of the estate as they entered.
The estate bore a striking resemblance to Lady Elaria's grand residence, yet it was grander, and heavier in presence.
Towering marble pillars lined the entrance, supporting intricately carved archways that whispered of centuries past. Sprawling balconies overlooked the vast manicured gardens, where enchanted lanterns flickered softly against the evening air.
Stained-glass windows, painted in the hues of dusk, caught the waning sunlight, casting vivid, shimmering patterns across the estate's pristine white stone walls.
A sharp, sudden pain pulsed through his head, like the echo of a memory long buried.
