Lucas and Lory were engaged in a game of chess in the glasshouse garden, surrounded by the quiet beauty of greenery and the soft rustle of leaves. Sunlight filtered through the glass panels overhead, casting a gentle glow over the garden and illuminating the chessboard between them.
Neither of them appeared particularly invested in winning. Their postures remained relaxed, devoid of any sense of urgency, as though the game were merely a pleasant way to pass the time rather than a contest demanding their full attention.
Lory sat comfortably in her chair, a folded blanket draped neatly across her lap. She lifted her teacup and took a leisurely sip, savouring the warmth of the tea before lowering it to its saucer.
Her gaze returned to the chessboard, where the pieces stood in their carefully arranged positions. After a moment of consideration, she reached forward and moved one of her pieces.
