Chapter 14: The Echoes of Legacy

The grand castle of Wellington had settled into a serene quietness, the kind that only comes after an evening of revelry and contemplation. The moon hung high in the sky, casting a silvery glow over the turrets and gardens, painting everything with a soft, otherworldly light. Inside the castle, the atmosphere was a stark contrast—filled with the faint rustle of paper and the quiet murmur of footsteps.

Lord James sat in his study, the flickering light of a single candle casting long shadows on the walls. The room, with its dark oak paneling and towering shelves of ancient tomes, seemed even more imposing in the quiet of the night. The large desk, a testament to the Lord’s many years of leadership and power, was strewn with documents, each one a piece of the complex puzzle he was tasked with solving.