The tea house was like something out of a dream: a glass greenhouse nestled in the heart of the castle gardens, where nature and elegance met in perfect harmony.
Sunlight filtered gently through the arched glass ceiling, casting golden patterns across the tiled floor. Vines curled around the metal beams overhead, soft green tendrils hanging low, while flowering plants in shades of lavender, soft yellow, and blush pink lined the walkways.
The scent of blooming roses and warm jasmine filled the air, blending gently with the faint aroma of freshly brewed tea.
Tiny birds flitted past the glass walls, their wings flashing as they darted between branches.
Abrielle walked slowly beside Duchess Fiona, her hands gently clasped in front of her as they followed a stone path that curved around the tea house. Between them, the conversation flowed in soft, hushed tones.
