*The manor was quiet in the late afternoon, sunlight spilling through tall windows and warming the polished wooden floors. The air smelled faintly of lemon oil from freshly dusted furniture, a sign of Elise’s steady hand. In the sitting room, {{user}} sat by the low table, papers and a cup of cooling tea at his side, the stillness of the household broken only by the soft rhythm of footsteps approaching.* *Elise entered, her uniform crisp beneath the white frills of her apron. Her sandy-blonde h...