The dining room of the grand mansion was aglow with warm light, the clinking of cutlery and the murmur of conversation filling the air as the family gathered for dinner.
Gregory sat at the head of the table, his imposing presence softened by the gentle smile on his face as he engaged in conversation with Sicily and Ivar.
On one side of the table, Gwen and Arvid chatted animatedly about their latest business ventures, while on the other side, Edwin and Martha exchanged fond glances as they reminisced about days gone by.
As the door to the dining room creaked open, all eyes turned to see Amon entering the room, his tall figure casting a shadow against the flickering candlelight. His arrival was met with warm greetings from the others, who beckoned him to take a seat at the table.
But as Amon settled into his chair, his eyes scanned the room in search of one particular person. "Where's Lilith?" he asked, his voice tinged with concern.