The morning unfurled in deceptive serenity. The sun cast golden ribbons through the open windows, dappling the wooden floors in a warm glow.
Birds trilled their cheerful songs outside, and a gentle breeze carried the scent of fresh earth and morning dew.
Serafine, in all her self-indulgent glory, reclined at the dining table, lazily stretching her arms above her head.
The warmth of the morning paired beautifully with the devoted attention of her two disciples - Clara and Mariella - who stood on either side of her, each vying for a moment of her favor.
Clara had taken the liberty of preparing tea, carefully pouring it into an ornate porcelain cup. "Lady Savior, I made this just for you," she declared, her eyes shining with an earnest eagerness. The scent of chamomile and honey wafted up, delicate and soothing.
