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Blackwell Mansion, Capital City Linfield–Eldoria.

The vast estate of the Blackwell compound was eerily quiet. Servants on duty rose at dawn, swiftly cleaning the remnants of the celebration. Amid their brisk movements, Sebastian ascended the grand staircase, a tray of tea and sandwiches balanced expertly in his hands.

At the master’s bedroom door, he knocked. “Master Lucian, I’ve brought you a snack.” Sebastian announced.

“Enter.” Lucian’s voice came from inside.

Sebastian stepped inside, setting the tray on the nightstand. Lucian emerged from the walk-in closet, buttoning his coffee vest over his white shirt.

“You should rest, you haven’t had much sleep.” Sebastian urged, his tone laced with concern.

“I cannot sleep.” Lucian admitted, his voice low. “The pills are becoming ineffective. Alcohol helps, but the children will worry.”