While the tension in the pavilion reached its breaking point, the rest of the estate was moving in a calm, rhythmic cycle.
In the Dowager Duchess's private chambers, the atmosphere was peaceful. Beatrice sat in her favorite armchair by the window. The room was warm and cozy.
Mrs. Alma, the head housekeeper, poured a cup of herbal tea. The steam rose in the afternoon light.
Outside the window, in the corridor, two young maids walked past, carrying baskets of laundry. They were chatting, their voices low but audible through the open window.
"The sunset is so beautiful today," one maid said.
"Yes," the other replied. "The garden looks like gold. The flowers are closing for the night. It is the perfect weather for a walk. I wish I could finish my chores on time and take a short walk."
