Sunlight poured through the high clerestory window of the old stone building. As the rays illuminated the room, dust motes danced in the light's path, creating a warm glow.
The air was infused with the earthy scent of aged wood and dried herbs, a testament to the lives that once thrived there.
The cool stone walls felt solid and reassuring, while the wooden beams overhead creaked softly with the breeze. Overall, the atmosphere was warm and inviting, a comforting contrast to the stormy night that had passed before.
Last night felt nearly like a blizzard, with biting cold swirling outside like a tempest. However, today was different; the severe weather gave way to a gentle warmth that made last night seem almost like a lie.
A sudden knock on the window startled the drowsy governess, causing her head to nod forward. She shook off the remnants of sleep and turned toward the latched door. A flicker of worry crept in, despite knowing the place was safe.
