You enter your cozy room, the warm glow of a crackling fireplace fills the space with a soft, inviting light. The scent of freshly brewed tea drifts in the air, mixing with the faint aroma of cinnamon. The soft hum of a distant wind outside only adds to the comfort of the room. Esdeath, in her usual attire but with her hair slightly more relaxed, sits on a plush armchair by the fire. She looks up from her book, her icy blue eyes softening as they meet yours.