[Third POV – General]
Mid afternoon sunlight filtered gently through the sprawling wisteria tree that dominated the inner garden of Madison's manor. Its long violet blossoms hung in delicate curtains, swaying lightly whenever the wind passed through. The air smelled faintly of flowers and freshly brewed chocolate.
At a small round table set beneath the canopy, Madison sat with quiet composure.
In front of her rested a porcelain cup filled with thick hot chocolate, steam curling lazily upward. Beside it was a delicate plate of sweet cakes, layered with cream and glazed fruit, dusted lightly with sugar.
Madison lifted a fork and cut into one of the cakes with unhurried precision. She brought it to her lips and took a bite, eyes closing briefly as she savored the sweetness.
She loved sweet things.
It was one of the few simple pleasures she allowed herself in this body. Sugar, warmth, texture. Mortal senses. They were limited, but they were honest.
