The carriage's walls offered little comfort, each jolt and creak a reminder of the turbulent legacy I had inherited. The original Draven's sins were now mine to bear, and his past loomed large over my every step. Sophie's words echoed in my mind, her disappointment and hurt cutting deeper than I wanted to admit.
We finally arrived at the manor, and I wasted no time retreating to my private study. The room was a sanctuary, filled with books, maps, and the tools of a man trying to make sense of a chaotic world. As I closed the door behind me, I let out a long, weary sigh.