Lyse hummed happily, spreading a generous layer of marmalade on her toast and biting into it. The morning sunlight streamed through the branches of the trees that provided shade on the terrace, casting a bright glow on the breakfast table while the birds chirped around. Levi came in through the doors and placed a kiss on Lyse's head before sitting across from her, he poured himself some coffee and soon he was engrossed in the financial news, his brow furrowed in concentration. The victory at the Golden Fleece competition still felt surreal, a dream she was afraid to wake from.
Suddenly, the shrill sound of the bell ringing at the door broke the peaceful silence. Lyse looked up frowning. Wondering who it could that be at this hour? They were not expecting any visitors that morning.
Levi, setting down his newspaper, looked equally surprised. Shortly after, the butler came in and walked to Lyse's.