Chapter 27: The Letter's Arrival

The anticipation had been gnawing at me for days. Every time I heard the faint sound of wheels against gravel or the flutter of footsteps approaching, I was left with a fleeting hope that it might be her—a letter, a response, a sign of any kind. Yet, it always felt like the universe was keeping her just out of reach. Today, however, was different. The familiar rustle of the servant’s steps echoed through the hallway, and as I looked up from my desk, I saw the unmistakable sight of the letter in his hand.

The seal was unmistakable—Eleanor’s handwriting.