Chapter 121 Ashes And Inheritance

Morning light filtered through gauzy curtains, painting gold over the bruised walls of the east wing. The scent of smoke still clung faintly in the air, a reminder of what was nearly lost. Yet despite the damage, there was a sense of calm—like the house itself had exhaled something heavy. Damian sat on the edge of the long dining table, fingers laced beneath his chin as he watched Rene across the room.