The world felt like it had finally returned to its natural rhythm, as if the chaos that once disturbed the air had slowly faded into the background. The skies were calm, the breeze gentle, and laughter once again echoed in the house. I found myself basking in the comfort of being surrounded by beautiful women, enjoying the rare tranquility—until the moment was abruptly interrupted.
Maya opened the door without warning, her expression unreadable.
"Master, letter for you."
In her hand was a single envelope—plain, slightly crumpled, and worn from travel. She stepped closer and handed it to me silently. I blinked, the mood shifting around me. I took the letter immediately, my fingers brushing over its rough paper before I carefully broke the seal and unfolded it.
