The morning light poured through the tall arched windows of the grand estate, but for Sarah, the golden sunbeams offered no warmth—only a stark reminder of the freedom she was currently being denied.
She stood in the center of the spacious corridor, her fingers nervously clutching the hem of her oversized sweater. Just a few steps ahead stood Killian, the estate's chief butler, blocking her path to the foyer with the calm, immovable grace of an ancient marble statue.
"My deepest apologies, Madam," Killian said, his voice smooth, measured, and entirely uncompromising. "I'm afraid you cannot go anywhere today. Master Lin's instructions were exceptionally clear: my duty is to ensure you remain safely in your room to get proper rest."
