The first light of dawn peeked through the lace curtains of Lila's room, casting soft shadows on the pale blue walls. The air was crisp with the scent of blooming flowers drifting in from the garden. Lila stirred under her blanket, her chestnut hair tousled against her pillow. Outside, birds began their morning song, but the manor was still quiet. She hugged her locket close, listening to the world wake up, feeling the comforting stillness before the bustle of the day began.