The sound of the train horn echoed through the air as the locomotive rolled steadily over the iron tracks, slicing through the urban haze on its way to the greener, more vibrant landscapes of the countryside.

In the first-class compartment, nobles and upper-class passengers lounged comfortably in the opulent surroundings designed for those who could afford the highest-priced tickets. The air carried the scent of fine liquor and high-quality cuisine, mingled with the soft murmur of idle conversation. A train attendant moved with practiced grace, tending to their needs.

“No, thank you. I shall order later. Kindly bring me the morning papers, if you please,”

Albert’s voice was calm and composed as he addressed the attendant. He had claimed a corner table beside the wide glass window and was now settling into the deep cushions of his seat.

Once the attendant left, Albert’s shoulders relaxed. He removed his hat, setting it neatly on the table. His gaze drifted to the passing scenery—rolling hills and quaint villages blurring in the distance. A soothing silence settled over him, a welcome reprieve after a week of diligent work.

His younger brothers, William and Louis, had already arrived at the rural estate known as Moriarty’s Vella—a property Albert had recently purchased. It served both as William’s university retreat and as a discreet base for the family’s more secretive ventures. Albert was eager to reunite with them and enjoy a much-needed respite.

“Good evening, sir. Would you mind if I joined you?”

The unexpected voice pulled Albert from his thoughts. He looked up to find a stranger standing beside his table. A faint sense of apprehension stirred in him—was this another insufferable noble seeking conversation or amusement at his expense? He had been hoping for solitude.

Still, Albert’s manners held firm. Surveying the compartment and noting the lack of empty seats, he offered a courteous smile.

“Of course, please do,” he said, gesturing to the opposite seat with the grace of a well-bred gentleman.