Meredith.
Morning came softly, the pale gold light stretching across my room like a whisper.
For a long moment, I just sat up in bed, listening to the faint rustle of the curtains and the distant hum of life in the estate.
Today wasn't just any day; it was the day Draven would meet Mayor Brackham face-to-face.
Just then, a knock sounded on the door leading to the bathroom, drawing my attention.
"My lady," Azul called out to me gently as she stood at the open door with a bright, composed smile that always managed to soothe my nerves. "Your bath is ready," she said softly.
I nodded, rising from the bed and wrapping a silk robe around me. "Thank you, Azul."
Steam greeted me as I entered the adjoining bath chamber. The scent of lavender, rosewood, and something faintly citrusy filled the air—warm, calming, the kind of fragrance that seemed to wrap itself around you like comfort.
The surface of the water shimmered with scattered petals of lilac, pink, and white.
