With the roses glowing a gentle white as the sunlight blessed them, Catherine looked at her garden while leaning her chin in her hand, resting over the small set of furniture she had asked to be brought outdoors. Over the table, an empty cup of tea rested along with a long forgotten and open book.

Her head perked up as she woke up from her silent daze, noticing a familiar set of footsteps that joined her, offering a tray with a teapot radiating the warmth of a freshly brewed tea.

“Thank you. Please, leave it on the table, dear.” The lady found herself smiling, looking at her personal maid setting down and pouring her a cup once more. Always a pleasure to see them, she had to admit. Not resisting or hesitating on her actions, she gently tapped the seat at her side, inviting them to take a seat beside her. None of the other servants were allowed to set a foot on her private garden, which gave her the perfect place to spend time with her lover. “Why don’t you join me? Morning is when the garden looks the most beautiful.”