The Eternal Dance

Two years later, the soft autumn twilight descended once more over the golden limestone gables of Ravenwood Manor. Upstairs in the nursery wing, two-year-old Lord Alexander was fast asleep in his carved oak crib, clutching a soft plush velvet swan. Sterling and his devoted nanny sat quietly in the adjoining parlor, listening to the toddler’s peaceful breathing after an afternoon of chasing butterflies across the rose gardens. Camille had stood…