The next day, Leif had awoken early, and was enjoying tea on their veranda out back that over looked their expansive amount of land, and also had an entry to the gardens. The blue bell flowers were blooming, as were the white-jasmin bushes (or so he liked to call them) and the scene was just surreal. It was a beautiful day, the birds were singing and Leif, actually appearing to be quite content as he read through a letter he had received from Attalia.
He felt guilty for needign to lock up his sister, much like he had to do with his wife, but the world was so unsafe for them- and his paranoia was ever growing. But to see Attie was doing ok on her own, albiet, she seemed cooped up and frustrated, much like Valentina, he understood, though only partially, her woes.
Sipping at his tea, he took a bite of his butter and jellied crumpet and went back to seeing what the Duke of Allar had written him as well....