C12 CHAPTER TWELVE

THE NEXT MORNING

The following dawn unfolded in the grandeur of Sir Richmond's opulent abode, as Aurora, with customary grace, presented his morning repast. "Good morning, Sir Richmond, how was your night?" she inquired, her voice a melody of deference.

Yet, a peculiar chill hung in the air, for Sir Richmond, the epitome of affable charm, withheld his customary smile and uttered no response