On a fine morning, an opulent carriage traversed the very long driveway that led to the grand entrance of Riverwood. Within its luxurious confines sat Robert Thornedale, the Marquess of Riverwood, the epitome of charm and aristocratic elegance. Riverwood was a sight to behold. The imposing stone walls of the manor rose majestically against the horizon, adorned with intricate ivy creeping along its façade. The mansion boasted a symmetrical layout, its wings extending gracefully from a central portico, crowned with a grand pediment bearing the family crest—a testament to the noble lineage that resided within its walls.

Sitting opposite Robert was his good friend, Henry Shaw, Viscount Shaw, also known as Lord Shaw. Their camaraderie was evident in their easy banter, and the anticipation of the house party seemed to heighten their spirits. Robert possessed a countenance that charmed hearts and stirred admiration wherever he went. Of average height, his wiry build lent him an air of athleticism that belied his scholarly inclinations. His light-blond hair, neatly coiffed, gleamed like spun gold under the gentle sunlight, while his striking blue eyes held an intelligent sparkle that hinted at a wealth of knowledge and experience. A clean-shaven visage framed by handsome features completed the portrait of a man whom many would find captivating.

As the only son of the esteemed Duke of Thornedale, Robert had grown up amidst the grandeur of Riverwood, imbibing a sense of responsibility and duty from an early age. Despite his privileged upbringing, he possessed a studious nature that endeared him to those who knew him well. Often found engrossed in books that ranged from classic literature to scientific treatises, Robert’s voracious appetite for knowledge was evident, and his intellect was as refined as his family’s noble heritage.

Beyond the confines of Riverwood, Robert’s experiences in the world had broadened his horizons. He was well-traveled and had ventured beyond England’s shores, gaining insights into foreign cultures and affairs that set him apart from many of his contemporaries. The worldly knowledge he acquired during his journeys enhanced his understanding of the complexities of society and added to his charm and conversational skills.

In the grand ballroom of Thornedale Manor or amid the lush gardens of the estate, Robert’s presence commanded respect, and his genuine warmth and kindness endeared him to both young and old alike. His wit, combined with a sense of humility, made him approachable, and many sought his company in search of both stimulating discussions and lighthearted banter.

He and Henry had spent the last two years traveling abroad together. It had broadened their horizons and enriched their experiences, yet the familiarity of Riverwood beckoned like a comforting embrace.

“Ah, Henry, I am most pleased with our travels to Spain,” Robert mused, his eyes bright with fond memories. “Those three thoroughbred Spanish mares we purchased may just be the key to a new venture. I’ve been contemplating starting a horse breeding business. Providing good quality stallions to the elite of the countryside could prove a profitable endeavour.”

Henry’s eyes lit up with interest, “A splendid idea, Robert! The countryside has longed for such fine steeds, and with your discerning eye for breeding, we’re sure to make a mark in equestrian circles.”

“We need something like that out here in the country. I think it will be successful and, as you know, I am always seeking to create ways for the duchy’s income to expand,” Robert said.

“You have a good mind for business, as always,” Henry said. “And I am very wise for hitching my wagon to yours,” He teased.

Robert laughed. “Indeed, very wise of you my friend.”

“Shall you seek your Father’s advice with running the horse business, or seek your own accord in the endeavour?” Henry asked.

“I shall consult my father, but not to seek his permission. He sent me abroad to become a worldly man and seek opportunities for business. I believe he has given me freedom to do as I see fit,” Robert said.

“That is good, and your father trusts you not to do something wild, like trying to grow pineapples in this English weather,” Henry joked.

Robert laughed. “That is true.”

As the carriage approached the manor, Robert looked out of the window, beholding the familiar sight of Riverwood. It seemed to welcome him back with open arms. There was a sense of belonging that filled his heart, and he couldn’t deny that it felt good to be home.

As they drew nearer to the house, the vast number of servants lined up along the circular drive, impeccably attired in their livery, waiting to greet the Marquess. Their faces bore expressions of loyal dedication, each eager to welcome him back. The bond between the Riverwood family and their devoted staff was a testament to the strong sense of community that thrived within the estate’s walls.

Having been gone for so long, Robert felt a sense of pride swell in his chest. As the only heir, the place was his pride and joy. He much preferred the country to London and seeing it with his own eyes after being gone for two years, he fell in love with his ancestral home all over again.

Stepping out of the carriage, Robert’s eyes scanned the familiar faces of the household staff. He exchanged warm greetings and heartfelt smiles, his genuine appreciation evident in his interactions. Riverwood was more than just an estate; it was a living, breathing entity, enriched by the presence of its dedicated inhabitants. With a renewed sense of purpose and a heart full of anticipation, Robert entered the house with the prospect of the horse breeding business in mind and the camaraderie of his loyal friend.

Once they had greeted Robert, his valet and the army of footmen servants swiftly attended to the trunks, carefully unloading them from the carriage. As Robert entered the grand marbled foyer, Henry trailed behind him. Robert did not fail to notice that his father and mother had not been outside to greet him, which was most unusual, but he assumed there was a good reason for it.

Once inside the foyer, waiting with open arms and a heart full of affection, was the Duchess. Her eyes welled with tears of joy as she warmly greeted him, “My son, I thought I should never see you again. Finally, you have come home.”

In a motherly embrace, Isabel held Robert close, conveying her love and the longing she had felt during his absence. “I have missed you as well, Mother, and Father too. As well as home. It is good to have returned,” Robert replied, a tender smile gracing his lips.

As Henry bowed respectfully, he addressed the Duchess with a hint of formality, “Your Grace.” However, Isabel’s affectionate nature quickly dissipated any need for such formalities. “Oh, no formalities needed. You are like a son to me, come here,” she insisted, enveloping Henry in a warm hug that evoked a cheerful laugh from the good-natured young man.

“And Father? I thought to see you both outside to greet us,” Robert said.

His mother’s demeanor changed, but she still remained in good spirits. “Your father is resting. I did not want to wake him as he had a fitful night of sleep. However, I shall be sure he is alerted of your arrival as soon as he wakes.”

“Fitful sleep? Mother, is he unwell?” Robert asked in concern.

“Oh no, nothing of the sort. Sleeping badly, it does happen from time to time,” she said. “Now, I have laid out a light lunch in the dining hall. I thought you would like to quench your thirst and satisfy your appetite after such a journey. Then, you shall take a brief respite in your rooms. Come now,” Isabel said leading the way.

“Indeed, I am grateful for your readiness, Your Grace,” Henry said. “I am famished after our long journey.”

Robert followed as his mother and friend spoke, but he stopped to glance up the grand stairwell, wondering if his father truly was ill.

After the light lunch and much conversation, Robert retired to his bedchamber, while Henry was shown to his usual guest chamber. As for Robert, he had a bath ordered to his room and set about washing the long journey off with the help of his valet. Once he had soaked in the steaming tub, he took a midday nap to relax and rest his travel-weary body. A knock at the door stirred him from his sleep a couple of hours later.

“My Lord, shall you need my assistance in dressing for the evening?” his valet asked through the door.

“Indeed, I do, but return with a pitcher of fresh water, would you? I am parched,” Robert replied.

“Yes, my Lord,” the valet said, and Robert heard his footsteps receding down the hallway.

He stepped out of bed and set about pouring water into the wash basin to splash water on his face and awaken fully.

Moments later, the valet returned with fresh water for him to drink and set about helping Robert get dressed for dinner. He was eager to see his father after so long and hoped his father’s restful day had refreshed him.

As evening descended upon Riverwood, the opulent dining hall came alive with an aura of grandeur and elegance. Its cavernous expanse was adorned with intricate tapestries that depicted scenes of pastoral beauty, complemented by the soft glow of crystal candle holders and shimmering chandeliers that cast a warm radiance upon the richly set dining table. Portraits of ancestors adorned the walls, their watchful gazes bearing witness to the legacy of the Thornedale family. Along one wall, a roaring fire blazed in a marble hearth, emanating warmth throughout the room.

Robert entered the dining room, spotting his father at once. The older man immediately put his arms out to embrace his son.

“My son, how glad I am to have you home,” the Duke said as he hugged Robert.

“And I am glad to be home, Father. It has been far too long. I missed you and Mother as well as Riverwood.”

“Indeed, we have the same notion, Son. It gives me such pleasure to see your face again. It was such a wonderful thing to wake up to the news that you had arrived.”

Robert remembered his father keeping to his bed and asked, “Father, are you unwell? Mother said you had a fitful sleep.”

“No, I am fine, my son. It was nothing but a bad night of sleep. Now, let us dine and celebrate to your return home.”

The air was infused with the tantalizing aroma of rich food being served. The sumptuous feast commenced with a delectable chicken broth, accompanied by the finest dark wine that sparkled like gems in the candlelight. The cuisine was a testament to the culinary prowess of the skilled chefs. Platters of succulent roasted meats, elegantly prepared vegetables, and an array of delectable desserts adorned the table, inviting indulgence and delight.

Seated at the head of the table were the Duke and Duchess. Their positions of authority were reflected in their dignified demeanor, while the familial affection that bound them together was evident in the way they interacted. Alongside them was Robert and Henry, his presence welcomed as a beloved member of the family. It was a formal but intimate affair among family and a close friend.

During the course of the sumptuous meal, Tobias inquired about the success of the trip, eager to hear of Robert and Henry’s adventures abroad. “Tell me, gentlemen, how was the trip abroad? Fruitful, I hope?”

“It was very successful, Father,” Robert responded, a spark of enthusiasm in his eyes. “Indeed, Henry and I have discovered that starting a horse breeding business of Spanish mares would help provide an extra source of income for the estate. It has become quite fashionable on the Continent to have such a horse, and I think the desire will quickly spread here to us.”

The Duke smiled with pride and genuine approval, expressing his satisfaction with Robert’s thoughtful approach to securing the estate’s future. “I am glad to have such a capable son who thinks of the future of this estate and does not simply use the money with no return. I am very proud of you,” he praised Robert. “Horse breeding is always profitable as it takes not much capital to take care of the animals, yet they create a good profit simply by doing what they do best.”

In that touching moment, the bond between father and son was strengthened, and the family found solace in the knowledge that the legacy of Riverwood was in capable hands.

As the dinner wore on, the tales of Robert and Henry’s travels flowed freely, weaving a rich tapestry of adventures and experiences that painted a vivid picture of the world beyond the estate’s borders. Amidst the laughter and camaraderie, the heartwarming connections between family and friends took center stage, embodying the essence of life, where love, loyalty, and dreams of a prosperous future danced harmoniously in the grand dining hall of Riverwood.

After a delightful evening meal and move to the parlor, where drinks were poured and cigars were lit, the effects of the day’s travels began to catch up with Henry. He excused himself with a polite nod, his need for rest evident. “You must excuse me. I am off to my room for some much-needed rest.”

“Of course, a wise decision, Henry,” Tobias said.

“I also wish to retire, for the preparations for the winter house party have caught up to me,” his mother said. With a fond hug, she bid her son goodnight and gracefully exited the room, leaving Robert and his father alone in the parlor.

Seated together, the atmosphere carried a certain solemnity as the Duke broached a matter of great importance. “Robert, I want you to take over all my responsibilities of the duchy now,” he said, his words bearing an air of unexpected urgency.

Stunned by his father’s sudden request, Robert queried, “What? Why so suddenly, Father? It is not the usual way of things.”

His father sighed, revealing a hint of vulnerability that belied his usual authoritative demeanor. “I know, but I must confess I have not been completely honest. I have been feeling poorly, and I want to make sure you understand all there is to know of the estate, just in case.”

Putting down his drink, Robert stepped closer to his father, placing a hand on his shoulder with genuine concern. “Father, why not admit it to me before when I inquired? You did not say as much in your letters. Shall I call the doctor?” he inquired, his voice reflecting both worry and care.

The Duke shook his head, assuring his son, “No, my son. It is not too serious. I am simply being cautious.”

Robert understood his father’s desire to protect him from undue alarm, but he could sense the gravity of the situation. Nonetheless, he respected his father’s wishes and decided not to press further, choosing to offer support and assurance instead. Continuing their conversation, his father shared another unexpected desire. “It would also please me to see you married . . . in case anything should happen to me. It is time, my son,” he stated, a mix of paternal concern and a hope for his son’s future evident in his eyes.

Stunned by his father’s suggestion, Robert’s mind reeled at the thought of settling down and finding a wife. The prospect of marriage, which he had scarcely considered until now, loomed before him, ushering in a new chapter of life he had not anticipated.