It was like any other day. The files and documents would pile up, reviewed, signed and taken from one of her assistants. Another one would knock on the door, wait for her permission, and enter to remind her about a schedule meeting for this morning before leaving.

Steam rose from the porcelain cup, laced with the bergamot bite of her favorite tea. A half-eaten croissant, alongside crumbs of what had once been another, lay on its own plate. The light rain drumming in the tailed roof and tall windows, weaving a soothing background hum.

"...back to you, Amelia. Hello there. Good morning. It's going to be a wet start to the weekend for some and then a change of feel from Sunday. Things starting to turn that bit chillier. For today, though, a very wet start across northern..." The faint sound of a radio drifted in from the corridor. Normally, it wouldn't filter through the heavy oak door or the thick walls designed to thwart eavesdroppers. But the monotony of her life was arguably worse than a spy listening to her sipping tea and the ruffle of papers. So she would stand up to stretch her limbs and sneak to intentionally crack the door open just enough for the sound to slip through.

Alexandrina Victoria leaned back in the high-backed chair as she reaches out for another sip of tea, she catches the smell of Petrichor wafting in from the rain-soaked gardens surrounding the palace.