The lounge was one of the most peaceful corners of Dominion Sanctum, tucked away on the east side of the main mansion.
Tall glass walls provided a view of the lower gardens, while soft golden lights filled the room with warmth.
The carpeted floors and inviting chairs made it a perfect place to unwind, and the shelves adorned with Emily's favorite books added a personal touch.
A light breeze drifted in through the partially open balcony door, bringing with it the delicate fragrance of blooming flowers from the gardens below.
Emily stood at a small counter, carefully pouring hot tea into two white cups. Her movements were slow and deliberate, as familiar to her as an old melody.
Across from her, Arthur lounged on a plush sofa, his suit jacket thrown aside. For a change, he looked relaxed, his gaze wandering to the gently glowing lights in the garden outside.
