Her eyes didn’t know where to look first. The walls are filled with beautifully carved wooden bookcases stretching from the floor to the impossibly high ceiling, each filled to the brim with books.  A matching table stands proudly in the centre, a selection of books haphazardly laying on top. She can just about make out a cosy reading nook at the far end, complete with fireplace. Her eye however, is drawn to the spectrum of colours flooding the oak floor to her left. She looks up and can’t help the gasp that escapes her at the sight of the most decadent stained glass window she’d ever seen, depicting what she assumes to be his ancestors gathered around a book.