Chapter 10: The Estate
As the carriage approached the gates and came to a stop, Lyra felt a mix of apprehension and hope. She was eager to meet her aunt, the only family she had left, but the stern-looking man standing by the closed gate made her heart sink. He greeted her curtly, his demeanor cold and formal.
"Lady Lyra," he said, his voice devoid of warmth. "I am Cedric, the head of the household staff. Your aunt has instructed me to show you to your quarters. You will be staying in the guest house." He gestured toward a smaller, distant building beyond the imposing estate. "Please follow me."
Lyra, feeling a knot tighten in her stomach, managed a small smile and a polite nod. "Thank you, Cedric."
As she stepped out of the carriage, the sky opened up, and rain began to pour down. The cold drops mingled with the tears she tried to keep at bay as she followed Cedric through the gate. The grandeur of the estate was lost on her as the reality of her situation set in. Her parents were gone, she was alone in a city teeming with vampires, and now she was being relegated to an outbuilding.
Once inside the guest house, Cedric left her to settle in. Lyra collapsed onto the bed, the weight of her grief and loneliness pressing down on her. She sobbed quietly, the sound of the rain outside mirroring her inner turmoil.
After a while, there was a knock at the door. A kind-faced man entered, bringing a sense of unexpected comfort. "Hello, Lady Lyra," he said gently. "I'm Thomas, part of the estate's staff. I know it's all very overwhelming, but you'll get used to it here. The family may seem cold at first, but they mean well."
Lyra looked up at him, her eyes red from crying. "I don't know how to do this," she admitted, her voice trembling.
Thomas gave her a reassuring smile. "You don't have to face it all at once. Take it one step at a time." He handed her a neatly wrapped package. "Here, this is for you. It's a tradition for young ladies your age to attend the local boarding school, Ashborne Academy. It's the same school your mother went to."
Lyra's eyes widened in surprise. "My mother attended Ashborne Academy? I thought she didn't have a formal education."
Thomas nodded. "Yes, she did. Your mother was a brilliant student, and she made quite an impression at the school. She may not have spoken much about her time there, but it was an important part of her life."
Lyra felt a flicker of connection, a link to her past. "Thank you," she whispered, taking the package. Inside, she found a school uniform. It was a reminder of her mother's legacy and a sign that perhaps she wasn't as alone as she felt.
Thomas continued, "You'll start school next week. It's a good place, and you'll make friends there. And remember, if you ever need anything, you can always come to me."
Lyra managed a small, grateful smile. "Thank you, Thomas. That means a lot."
The revelation that her mother had attended Ashborne Academy gave Lyra a sense of purpose. She would follow in her mother's footsteps, uncover the secrets of her past, and maybe, just maybe, find a way to navigate this new and frightening world she found herself in.
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