The wrought-iron gates of Beaumont Estate swung open with a hushed groan, a sound Elara felt resonated deep within her, a premonition of the weighty expectations that lay ahead. The drive wound through rows upon rows of meticulously manicured vines, a verdant sea stretching as far as the eye could see, before finally depositing her before a grand, stone manor house. Ivy climbed its walls, softening the severity of the architecture, but the overall impression was one of formidable wealth and unyielding tradition.