The new glass sunroom was a masterpiece of architectural magic, but its true brilliance only truly revealed itself when the coastal weather turned violently hostile.
I sat on the plush, velvet-upholstered daybed, my legs tucked comfortably beneath me, holding a steaming cup of delicate jasmine tea. Outside the enchanted panes of glass, a massive, roaring coastal storm was battering the Warlord estate. The rain lashed against the clear walls in a furious, blinding sheet of water, and thunder shook the very bedrock of the cliffs.
But inside the sunroom, there was only absolute, undisturbed peace.
