Marcus opened the door, greeted by the familiar halls of his new home—now bathed in the gentle glow of morning sunlight. Golden beams slanted across polished floors, casting long, warm shadows as the house stirred to life. Servants moved gracefully through the space, passing him with nods and practiced efficiency as they began their daily routines.
"Still can't get used to being rich…"
He muttered under his breath, a small smirk tugging at his lips as he walked forward, taking a moment to actually admire his surroundings. Ornate furniture lined the halls, accented by vases filled with fresh-cut flowers and paintings he hadn't noticed the night before. Despite having arrived just recently, he hadn't had the chance to appreciate the comfort—or the surrealness—of his new life.
Then, a voice rang out behind him, sharp and full of urgency.
"Move out of the way!"
Marcus turned instinctively.
Aveline's voice.
