The letter from Count Dominico was unexpected.
"The Grand Duchess has been incredibly thoughtful and attentive, for which I am deeply grateful. However, I now realize it is time to let go. My stubbornness has only kept my beloved in prolonged suffering."
As soon as Eileen read the letter, she decided to visit the count's estate in person. It would be her first time at his home, and its pristine, orderly appearance stood in stark contrast to the grim tone of the letter.
Despite her unannounced arrival, the count greeted her warmly. His already frail, anxious appearance had worsened; his cheeks were sunken, and he looked utterly exhausted.
For the first time, Eileen met the countess. Her skeletal frame resembled the barren branches of a winter tree, and the shadow of death hung heavily in the room. The countess's lifeless gaze and faint breathing permeated the estate with an oppressive gloom. Her occasional groans of pain filled the house like a haunting melody.
