It was a beautiful morning.
The sun poured through the tall windows in soft, golden light. The curtains swayed gently with the breeze. Inside the grand bedroom, everything was calm. Lydia sat quietly on the velvet chaise by the window. She wore a long black and gold silk robe. It hugged her gently and shimmered in the sunlight. Her long golden hair was still damp from her bath, and it fell like water down to her waist.
Her skin glowed softly. It smelled of expensive oils made from roses and jasmine. She looked like royalty without even trying.
On her lap was a book. She read it slowly as she ate her breakfast — fresh berries and grapes, soft cheese, and warm bread. She looked peaceful, but her eyes were sharp. Like a storm waiting behind calm clouds.
The door opened.
It was Katherine.
