Night fell as a sleek black Rolls-Royce glided into the sweeping driveway of the Hale family estate.

The car door opened, and Julian stepped out, his tall frame exuding an elegance so effortless it seemed otherworldly. The crisp night air caught the faint scent of leather and cologne as he strode purposefully toward the study.

Inside, Sir Hale was engrossed in a solitary chess game, the intricate board illuminated by the warm glow of a desk lamp. Hearing the door ...