Gemotions

A nervous laugh escaped her lips as she surveyed the scene. The will, a formality, was complete. Her brother, Daniel, was fuming, his face red with indignation. He’d craved the art collection. They had fought for it.

Instead, the house, the grand estate, was hers. Not just the physical structure, but the entire staff, the grounds, the stables, the gardens. Her gaze settled on the vast, untamed wilderness at the back of the property. She pictured it, tamed, cultivated, brought to life. A sense of anticipation swelled within her. A feeling of invincibility.