The night after the feast, Dominion Sanctum was enveloped in an unusually profound silence,like a comforting blanket wrapped around the estate.
The sprawling gardens sparkled with the glow of softly lit amber lanterns draped across elevated walkways and over flowering arches.
Moonlight bathed the carefully manicured hedges, creating long shadows that wove elegantly with the gentle breeze. The fountains, too, seemed muted, their water flowing in a steady, calming rhythm that merged seamlessly with the stillness of the night.
Arthur walked along the cobblestone path, hands nestled in his pockets, savoring the moment. His stance was relaxed now, shedding the tense, calculating mask he'd worn for months,perhaps even for years. For the first time in what felt like ages, he was free of that heavy barrier in his chest, that invisible wall that had kept him apart from the world.
