Medea stirred from her slumber to the harmonious sound of birds chirping outside her window, their cheerful melodies blending with the warm sunlight filtering through the curtains. The rays kissed her skin, creating a gentle, golden glow that reflected off the glass panes.
She nestled deeper into the softness of her bed, the plush blankets providing a comforting cocoon. The moment's serenity enveloped her, and she sighed contentedly, wishing to remain in the warmth of her bed.
However, the sound of the door creaking open soon interrupted her peaceful morning. Her maid entered the room with urgency, her footsteps light yet purposeful. "Good morning, Lady Medea. It's time to rise," the maid called softly, her voice a gentle nudge toward the day ahead.
With a begrudging sigh, Medea pushed herself upright, the comfort of her bed reluctantly relinquished. She prepared herself for the day, each movement deliberate as she brushed her hair, washed her face, and donned her attire.
Descending the grand staircase, she made her way to the glass garden where her brother, Vincentius, conversed with the gardeners. The garden, a marvel of verdant beauty, was encased in sparkling glass walls that let in the morning light, creating a sanctuary of flora and tranquility. Medea lingered at a distance, her curiosity piqued, as she overheard snippets of their discussion.
One of the gardeners, an elderly man with a kind face, addressed Vincentius with a respectful tone. "Master Vincentius, when do you plan to visit the orphanage again?"
Vincentius, with his usual calm demeanor, replied, "I'll be visiting today. It's been too long since my last visit, and I want to see how everyone is doing."
The gardener nodded appreciatively. "The children will be delighted to see you. Your visits mean the world to them."
As the gardeners took their leave, Medea stepped forward, her presence now acknowledged. "So, you're going to leave today?" she asked, her voice carrying a hint of curiosity and concern.
Vincentius turned to her with a warm smile. "Yes, it's been a while since I last visited the orphanage. I wanted to see how well they are there."
Medea nodded, understanding the depth of his commitment. The orphanage, a beacon of hope for many children, was funded and supported by their families. Vincentius, in particular, had always been dedicated to ensuring its well-being, providing donations of money and food supplies regularly. Given its location in the north, the journey there would take several days.
Inspired by a sudden desire for travel and the prospect of spending time with her brother, Medea made a spontaneous decision. "Is that so? Take care then."
Vincentius nodded and smiled. "Thank you, Medi. I will."
***
Medea sat in her office chamber, surrounded by stacks of political documents, diligently working to compile a comprehensive report. Her mind was heavy with thoughts, the weight of last night's strange occurrences pressing on her.
She sighed deeply, placing a hand on her temple as she replayed the unsettling vision in her mind.
"I was sure of it. I came back," she muttered to herself, her voice tinged with confusion and frustration.
Just then, a familiar presence interrupted her reverie. "You look stressed," a gentle voice said. Medea looked up, her eyes meeting Caelus's as he stood before her, holding a bouquet of white roses. His serene smile brought an immediate sense of calm to her frazzled nerves.
"Cael," she uttered her tone a mix of bewilderment and relief. He handed her the bouquet, the sweet fragrance of the roses filling the room as she gratefully accepted them.
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