Never Try To Remember
Arthur arrived at the largest estate in Britain, the mansion before him standing as a monument to opulent, classical architecture.
The structure, clothed in white stone and marble, seemed to rise majestically from the verdant landscape that enveloped it, with ivy crawling up its walls, marrying the man-made grandeur to the natural world.
The reflection of the lush surroundings twinkled in the numerous windows, making the manor seem alive yet carrying it with an olden charm.
Dressed in casual attire, Arthur approached with a light-hearted demeanor, nodding and smiling at the guards and servants who greeted him along the path.
As he ascended the steps to the mansion, the grand doors swung open, revealing an old man, the head steward dressed in a neat black suit, his white beard and mustache meticulously groomed, framing a stoic expression that softened upon seeing Arthur.