Rosy-cheeked maiden sat in velvet gown, mug in hand, basking in the golden glow of her medieval-inspired parlor. "Ah, a simple life," she sighed contentedly, savoring every sip. "What more could a lass ask for?"

Her cheerful facade cracked a sliver. "Certainly not this," she muttered bitterly. Dark magic crept into her eyes as she raised her mug.