Morning light streamed through the tall windows of Selene's room, creating gentle patterns on the shiny marble floor. A hint of jasmine filled the air, blending with the cool breeze that flowed through the light curtains.
Selene reclined comfortably on a plush velvet couch, holding a glass of spiced wine loosely in her hand. Her bright golden eyes remained alert, even in the calm atmosphere.
Lily stood nearby, carefully folding freshly laundered silks, her gaze downcast but her mind racing.
She maintained a neutral expression, the burden of last night's meeting with Damian and Evelina weighing on her chest like an invisible stone.
She couldn't afford to slip—not here.
Selene's smooth voice broke the silence with a curious tone. "You've been quieter than usual this morning, Lily. What's on your mind?"
Lily's fingers paused briefly over the fabric before she forced herself to smile politely. "Just tired, my lady. It was a long night preparing for today's council gathering."
