I took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of old parchment and ink mingled with the faint hint of herbal tea that wafted through the air.
It felt oddly comforting amidst the busyness of Leora's office, the sunlight filtering through the tall, arched windows, illuminating the vast shelves lined with countless tomes and spellbooks.
The walls, adorned with rich tapestries depicting the history of our realm, stood as witnesses to our frantic yet significant work.
"Okay, Aeliana, are you ready to dive into this report?" Leora's voice snapped me out of my reverie. She was perched at her ornate desk, her brow furrowed in concentration as she scanned the earlier documents.
Her vibrant hair danced with her movements, catching the light like spun gold, and for a moment, I couldn't help but admire how she seemed to blend elegance with fierce determination.