A kitchen servant in pristine white attire pushed a cart laden with food along the golden gravel path, weaving through rows of meticulously pruned trees. His destination was a gazebo at the path’s end, its domed ceiling gleaming softly under the spring sun.
Inside, framed by six supporting pillars, two figures sat across from each other at a round table. The woman, poised and elegant, held her drink with quiet sophistication. Her neatly tied silver hair glimmered like stardust, the graceful curve of her neck accentuating her serene beauty. Opposite her sat a man whose presence seemed to command the very air around them. Even seated, his sharp features and piercing gaze exuded an aura of quiet authority.
“Does it suit your taste?”
Liliette nodded and lowered the glass slightly. “It’s sweet, but the tangy finish is delightful,” she replied. “It’s already whetting my appetite.”
