Rama kept shut as she pressed her lips in a thin line, as much as her curiosity engulfed her, she knew better than to press on the dark secrets surrounding Draco's world.
She wondered what they were all hushed up about and the dire consequences of reminding Draco of it, what was so significant and dark in Draco's life that even the air feared to whisper? She pondered inwardly.
Amidst the soothing silence they enjoyed in each other's company, Damien rang a maid to bring in tea. She couldn't resist the smell of hot chocolate as she took a sip, while relishing in the serenity of nature she might not be fortunate to relish in again.
She gazed at the unblemished blue skies with dancing clouds before it darted on the ivy intertwining into the rails. A small beautiful shrub of varying flowers were seated at the side, enacting it's beauty while sating the air with the scent of flowers.
