The morning sunlight filtered softly through the embroidered curtains of a well-decorated room, painting intricate golden patterns on the plush rugs and finely carved furniture.
A gentle knock broke the quiet.
"It's morning, Lady Silica," a respectful voice announced from the other side.
The door creaked open, revealing a woman in a neatly tailored gown. She stepped inside, balancing a tray adorned with a steaming teapot, delicate breakfast dishes, and a faint, polite smile.
Without a sound, she carefully moved toward the bedside table, setting the tray down.
A muffled groan emerged From beneath the grand bed's silken covers.
"Hmm... is it morning already?" The pile of blankets stirred, and a cascade of messy hair tumbled free, revealing a face with drowsy eyes blinking reluctantly at the light.
