The grand Harrington mansion stood cloaked in shadows, its towering structure bathed in the silver hue of the moonlight. The night was silent, save for the occasional rustle of leaves swaying in the gentle breeze. Lyvia walked up the marble steps, the faint click of her heels echoing through the grand hall. Her heart felt lighter after her conversation with Delphinia, though a heavy cloud of worry still lingered. She couldn't shake the unsettling thoughts about her mother's intentions and her father's cold indifference.
She hesitated outside her father's study, the solid oak door towering before her. Taking a deep breath, she raised her hand and knocked gently. The muffled sound of papers rustling reached her ears before Robert's deep voice responded, "Come in."