Creak*
The heavy wooden door creaked softly as it swung open, revealing an inviting space bathed in soft, golden light. A blonde, hair tied in a bun, walked in, shivering as she moved about. The cold of Frostborne was not sitting right with her. If Erik was present here, he would have recognized the woman, the same one who the family had kept with him to observe every move of his.
As she entered the quarters, a wave of warmth enveloped her, a complete opposite of the icy chill outside. The first thing that greeted her senses was the fragrant aroma of herbal tea, mingling subtly with the scent of polished wood. The air was warm and comforting, wrapping around like a cosy blanket.
