Khaterine drifted further into the depths of her mind, sinking into the illusion of her past life, where everything was perfect and untainted by suffering.
She did not want to wake up. Not yet. Not when she could still bask in the warmth of her husband's love, the man who had once cherished her beyond all else.
She saw herself walking through the grand gardens of their estate, her fingers grazing the soft petals of blooming roses.
The scent of fresh flowers filled the air, mingling with the crisp morning breeze.
Birds chirped in harmony, fluttering between the lush green trees, and the sound of a nearby fountain trickled like a soft melody in the background.
She wore a flowing gown of silk and lace, its pastel hues blending with the beauty of nature surrounding her.
"Daydreaming again, my love?" A deep voice, rich and familiar, sent a shiver down her spine.
She turned to see Richmond standing behind her, his eyes gleaming with amusement.
