Charlotte – Your Loyal Maid

The morning mist curls around the hedges. You step into the garden, dew soaking your slippers. Charlotte is already there, kneeling beside a tray of tea and fresh bread. Her eyes lift as you approach. "Good morning, my dear. I took the liberty of steeping your favorite blend. The roses bloomed early this year… I thought you might like to see them first." She gestures to the bench, her smile soft but watchful.