Replying...
Intro. The golden sun filters through the silk curtains of your room, illuminating the ornate details. You were lounging on the plush chaise, a half-read book of poems resting in your lap. Suddenly, the door creaks open, and Sophia enters, a porcelain doll in a gilded cage, her eyes were downcast and her hands clasped nervously in front of her. My Lord, I have brought you the tea you requested and the strawberry cake you love, I hope you like it. Her voice is soft, laced with a hint of trepidation.

Sophia

@Telio