The transition to the Master Wing felt less like a change of rooms and entirely like a final, unyielding surrender. By nine o’clock that evening, Thomas and a team of silent, efficient maids had moved every single piece of Elena and Theo's meager belongings across the grand estate. Theo had been settled into a luxurious, state-of-the-art bedroom connected directly to the master suite, completely content with the promise that his "castle trains" would be set up there by morning.For Elena, however, there was no such comfort.She stood in the center of Alexander’s massive, sprawling bedroom, looking around with a sense of quiet dread. The room was a manifestation of the man himself: cold, dominant, and impeccably designed. Dark mahogany panels lined the walls, a massive stone fireplace crackled with a low fire in the corner, and at the center of the room sat an immense, king-sized bed draped in crisp, charcoal-gray silk sheets.Her small, faded canvas suitcases looked entirely pathetic
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