The news did not take long to spread.
By the time the Ravenscroft convoy returned to the mansion, it was already everywhere. Screens lit up across cities, headlines rolling without pause, images flashing across networks, feeds updating faster than anyone could follow. The name carried weight on its own, but this time it carried something more.
Sebastian Junior.
The first heir.
The child of power, legacy, and a name that already ruled rooms before he could even open his eyes.
Inside the mansion, the atmosphere changed completely. What had once been tense, guarded, and shadowed by danger now shifted into something alive, something bright, something filled with movement and voices and celebration that did not wait for permission to grow.
Staff moved quickly, preparing spaces, organizing arrivals, adjusting everything to receive what was already coming. Because they were coming. Not just guests. Not just well-wishers, but power, influence, status.
