The rain outside the window did not abate. The Arno Estate was plunged into silence, surrendering to calm and tranquility on a rainy day.

The sound of the drops hitting the window sounded like a sweet melody for Vivien. Papers, documents, another stack of papers... routine.

A soft creaking filled the room and the Count's dark eyes were distracted by a figure who dared to disturb the peace and silence.

Raising an eyebrow, he was silent, waiting for you to say something.