The first light of dawn filtered through the gauzy curtains of Marcella's chamber, casting a soft glow over the room. She stirred, her mind immediately recalling the warmth that had enveloped her the night before. Berith had been there, lying beside her, his presence as real as the lingering scent of night jasmine in the air.
She sat up, the silk sheets slipping from her shoulders. The spot where he had lain was now cold.
Rising from the bed, Marcella walked to the window, pulling back the curtains to let in the morning light. She watched as the manor's staff began their daily routines, the world continuing as if nothing had changed.
After a moment, she summoned her maid, who prepared a warm bath for her. Once bathed and dressed in a pale blue gown that complemented her silver hair, Marcella descended to the dining hall.
The long table was set for breakfast, and the aroma of freshly baked bread and brewed tea greeted her.
