She stood, adjusting her armor with a clank, and followed me out of the dining room, leaving Isobel to her scheming and Lyra to whatever sudden chore spree had gripped her. The manor halls stretched out quietly under the moonlight filtering through arched windows, polished floors echoing our steps, and tapestries donated by the Greaves Family hanging along the walls. House May wasn't some sprawling castle, but it was vast in its own right: wings for quarters, libraries stuffed with lore, training halls, an unused Throne Room, a terrifying war room… even a garden!
We started simple, heading to the bathing chambers first. It was a steamy oasis tucked off the main corridor. Marble pools steamed gently, enchanted runes keeping the water perpetually hot, scented with herbs from a local apothecary. "This is where you unwind after a long day of fighting," I said, gesturing to the room. "There are two–split by gender–, but since I'm the only guy, you guys can use mine whenever I'm not."
