The Goldheart estate's grand dining hall had it's windows easily penetrate by sunlight, painting golden streaks across the long mahogany table.
The air smelled faintly of roasted bread, fruit preserves, and fresh tea — the kind of quiet, domestic peace that rarely lasted long in this household.
At the head of the table sat Lord Cedric Goldheart, posture straight even in relaxation, his calm authority filling the room as naturally as the morning light.
Beside him, Lady Elise sipped tea with gentle grace, her gaze turning toward the entrance as the sound of quick footsteps approached.
The double doors swung open.
Two figures appeared — Kent, neat and composed as always, and Raiden, practically glowing with energy.
Cedric's brow lifted slightly in surprise as his younger son bounded forward.
"You seem unusually energetic this morning, Raiden."
Raiden grinned as he took his seat. "Good morning, Father."
Kent joined him as they greeted their parents.
"Good morning, Mother."
