The garden outside Luna Mira’s chambers shimmered in the soft glow of afternoon light. Roses bloomed in neat rows, their petals bleeding shades of red and blush. The air was warm, fragrant with earth and flowers, while the butterflies flitted lazily across the trimmed hedges, and in the center of it all, under a white gazebo veiled with trailing vines, sat Luna Mira.
She was dressed in a flowing red robe that caught the light. Her posture was flawless, serene, regal as she lifted a porcelain cup of tea to her lips, her eyes lowered in calm thought.
From afar, the seamstress followed two guards down the narrow stone path that cut through the garden. Her steps were quiet, cautious, her fingers twisting slightly against her skirt.
When they reached the gazebo, Mira’s cup paused mid-air. Th
