It was now the late afternoon when the Von Sonovia household could finally slow down without the worry for unexpected guests. The sun hung low over the hills and slowly dipped into an early sunset, hinting that winter was now closing in, and it was the end of the warmer seasons. The wind was gentle and carrying the scent of a bustling bakery on the breeze. It was a gift to live so close the village. The sounds of cows in the distance and the occasional loud huff of an impaitent horse from the stables by the barn. The farm hands are busying themselves with packing up the stables and the barn. The maids and servants bustling around as they prepared the families dinner and their bedrooms, as well as their nightwear and what they would wear for the next day.

Lord Fredrick Von Sonovia was inside his study, looking over payments and letters from the other business officials that lived in London and looked after the newly built railway tracks under the Von Sonovia name. Lady Lillian Von Sonovia was seated within one of the drawing rooms beside the fire and a cup of tea beside her while she worked endlessly on her new needlework of a doe and her child.

Meanwhile, the brothers, Benny and Corely Von Sonovia, were in the front gardens and once again practising their fencing. Their skills were equal, but their mouths were not so much. Often cursing and hurling insults at one another. Meanwhile, the youngest of the family was, once again, adventuring and doing their own little thing.