The maids moved with precision, their motions fluid as they arranged the dishes on the dining table set near the floor-to-ceiling windows. Beyond the glass, the city stretched out like a painting—streets glowing under the silver wash of dawn. The curtains had been drawn open, and the soft light mingled with the warm illumination from the chandeliers, chasing away the night's shadows.
The room felt alive now—bright, open, and warm.
Ephyra sat at one end of the table, her hair slightly tousled from sleep but her face refreshed. Opposite her, Lyle sat with his usual composed demeanor, though the faint curve of his lips betrayed his satisfaction.
"Thank you—and sorry for disturbing you so late," Ephyra said, glancing up as the maids finished their work.
The head maid bowed slightly. "It's no trouble at all, Miss. Please, enjoy your meal."
They retreated soundlessly, the door shutting behind them with a soft click.
