Scene 1. Morning Room
The Yorkshire morning was cold. Mist sealed the wood and wrapped the vast gardens whole. The limestone house caught the early sun and rose, faintly, from the grey.
The pastures stretching to the horizon, the forest, the farmhouse chimneys trailing smoke — all of it belonged to the Aysgarths. Landed gentry rooted deep in this ground, their baronetcy earned through steady husbandry of the land. A source of pride, and equally, the enduring proof that they remained co