As the sun dipped below the horizon, I returned home from a day of intense discourse and courtly obligations. Weighed down by the weight of noble duties, my steps quickened as I approached my residence. The sight of my wife, her countenance radiant despite the past labor pains, she had to endure to give light, warmed my weary heart. With each stride, my coat billowed and my gold necklace gleamed, symbols of my status and responsibilities. With a solemn breath, I grasped the aged handle and gently coaxed the door ajar.