Dressed in a soft, cream-colored nightgown and a warm velvet robe, Suzy curled up on the chaise lounge in her spacious chambers. A low fire crackled merrily in the hearth, casting flickering shadows on the walls and plush furnishings, illuminating the comfortable armchair where Mrs. Agnes sat opposite her and a small, nearly empty tray with a milk glass and cake crumbs resting on the table beside her.
Mrs. Agnes leaned forward slightly, her hands resting in her lap, her eyes thoughtful as she gathered her memories. "Where to begin... Our Ryan," she started, her voice soft with affection, "was such a bright spark as a boy. Intelligent, yes, but more than that, he was thoughtful. His mother, the late Duchess, was truly a gentle soul. She believed strongly in kindness, in treating everyone with respect, regardless of their station. She taught him that."
