The sun shone warmly through the large windows of Lorenzo’s bedroom. He stretched, feeling the golden rays on his face, letting the morning calm wash over him. Birds chirped outside, and the soft rustle of leaves in the garden added to the serenity.
Lorenzo yawned, pushing himself up from the bed. He walked to the balcony, hands resting on the railing, taking in the view of the city. For once, the day felt peaceful. The air was fresh, and he could almost forget the dangers that lurked just beyond the walls.
A soft knock at the door broke his thoughts.
“Come in,” Lorenzo called.
The maid, Anna, stepped in, holding a small envelope. “Good morning, sir. This just arrived for you.”
Lorenzo raised an eyebrow. “For me?”
“Yes, sir. It came by courier. She said it’s very important.”
Lorenzo
