Meanwhile, Bastian and Leona's elegant carriage continued its steady journey toward his ancestral house, the wheels creaking softly with each turn. The coachman, his gloved hands firm on the reins, guided the horses with practiced expertise. As they finally reached the imposing main door, it swung open, revealing two maids who had been part of their household for years, standing there with welcoming smiles.
"Ah, welcome, esteemed lady and lord," one of the maids greeted them warmly, her voice carrying a note of genuine fondness. With graceful gestures, she reached out to relieve Leona of her belongings, her delicate hands expertly handling the weight.
The other maid, her eyes bright with anticipation, stood by the open door and addressed them with genuine curiosity. "Shall Lady and Lord indulge in a delicious breakfast first?" Her voice held a hint of anticipation, as if eager to please their refined tastes.