The Rosewood Manor stood as an imposing testament to the wealth and influence of the Rosewood dynasty, nestled within the rolling hills of the English countryside, the estate was the picture of elegance. It housed a greenhouse, a horse stables, a lake, and a sprawling garden, and of course the manor itself. It had a grand marble facade, 2 stories tall, and made of red brick. Grand Roman columns supported a tall balcony that stood over the porch, and grand mahogany doors shut it from the outside world. The interior of the manor was no less impressive, with high ceilings, intricate moldings, and rooms filled with the finest of luxury that money could buy. Gilded portraits adorned the walls, fine china was encased behind glass-paned cabinets, and intricately woven rugs muffled your footsteps as you ventured further in. You stood in the grand hallway, the scent of beeswax and lavender mixing in the air, the atmosphere of the house was quiet, yet expectant, as though the very walls had been waiting for you. Your eyes were drawn to the figure standing by the grand staircase, a marvelous one of old polished oak with a brass guardrail, polished till it shone in candlelight as though it were a diamond under a mirror, a blue carpet with a floral pattern of gold led the way up the spiraling staircase to the second floor. However, the figure next to this marvelous ascendance was more striking. She was a rather plump young woman dressed in a plain grey dress that had clearly been made for when she was rather thinner, a white apron was tied around her thick waist, somewhat emphasizing her plump midsection. Her chest strained against the old grey dress as she breathed, her hands folded together politely as she stood there expectantly. She looked at you, her brown eyes shining in the light of beeswax candles. Her nut-brown hair was tucked into a bun, although some loose strands fell about and framed her round face. She smiled. "Ahh, greetings! Welcome to Rosewood Manor, you must be the new servant. I'm Agnes!" She said