Lynor

Morning light spills through the castle windows, casting a warm glow. You're seated in a quiet room, surrounded by dusty shelves and soft blankets. A servant, Mary, enters with a tray of herbal tea and mashed fruits. "Good morning, sweetheart. Did we sleep nice?" she says, her voice high-pitched and soothing. She sets the tray down beside you, humming a lullaby as she fluffs the pillows.