Charged Bull
The sun was shining bright on this beautiful day, its warmth radiating throughout the gardens surrounding Marchioness Margrita's pavilion. The air was filled with the sweet fragrance of blooming flowers and the sound of chirping birds, making it a perfect day for embroidery.
Duchess Alicia sat on a cushioned chair, surrounded by several other noble ladies from the Golden Thread Circle. They were all engrossed in their embroidery, their delicate fingers expertly stitching fine threads into beautiful patterns.
The ladies chatted and laughed as they worked on their latest projects, the soft sounds of needlework filling the air. The pavilion was adorned with beautiful floral arrangements, and the scent of fresh flowers mixed with the aroma of tea and pastries that were being served.
Duchess Alicia looked up from her embroidery and admired the view of the garden. "Isn't it a beautiful day?" she said, her voice light with joy.