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.
"Lady Silica," the attendant said gently, "it's time to wake up properly. Breakfast is ready, and I've brought tea to help with the aftermath of last night."
