The First Morning at the Estate

Sunlight spilled into the room as the curtains were pulled to the side by a pair of careful hands.

The sudden brightness immediately invaded the master bedroom.

The room had so many windows that once the curtains were opened, the entire place lit up almost instantly.

A familiar voice followed shortly afterward.

"Good morning, Master Ernest."

Ernest groaned.

Not because he was tired.

But because for a brief moment, he forgot where he was.

His eyes slowly opened.

The ceiling above him wasn't the low wooden ceiling of his old house.

The mattress beneath him wasn't a straw-filled bed.

And the room itself was larger than some apartments he had lived in back on Earth.

Then reality returned.

Right.

The estate.

Standing near the window was Roland Vance.

The estate steward stood straight with his hands behind his back, dressed neatly as always.