Unknown POV

Sunday – Early Morning

Silence. Not the kind born of absence, but the kind bred deliberately cultured, designed.

She stood before the full-length glass window, where morning light spilled like silk across polished stone floors. Far below, the city stirred: London in soft motion, clouds trailing like lace over its ancient rooftops.

Wrapped in a deep burgundy robe that caught the rising sun in waves, she exuded the rare calm of someone who owned both time and consequences. She ...