The sun dipped low over the hills as Basil Vatatzes returned to his modest estate, the dust of war still clinging to his boots. After months of grueling campaign against the northern barbarians, the gentle rhythm of olive harvest preparations offered a soothing contrast to the clash of swords and cries of battle. The estate buzzed with quiet purpose—workers moved between groves, baskets in hand, laughter drifting on the breeze. On the balcony of the main house, Basil stood beside his wife Yazint