The sun filtered through the grand windows of the library, casting a gentle glow over the room's opulent decor. Mia, adorned in the traditional attire of a lady-in-waiting, moved gracefully through the chamber, a tray in hand bearing a carafe of freshly squeezed juice and delicate crystal glasses.
Aerwyna sat at a small table near the window, her elegant form silhouetted against the shimmering waters beyond. Mia approached silently, her steps light and respectful. She set the tray down with practiced ease, pouring juice into a glass with a steady hand.
"Your Majesty," Mia murmured softly, offering the glass to Aerwyna with a respectful bow of her head.
Aerwyna accepted the glass with a gracious nod, her gaze meeting Mia's briefly before turning to gaze out at the tranquil underwater scenery. Mia hesitated for a moment, her heart fluttering nervously as she glanced across the room.