Karenina

She sat quietly in her room, accompanied by the soft morning light streaming through the window. Her hair, a dark brown that shone brightly in the sunlight, was gently combed by Helga, bringing a feeling of peace that she had always enjoyed. Karenina had always loved moments like this, remembering how her mother had combed her hair and how she had found comfort in her gentle touch.

As she sat with her eyes closed, her mind drifted back to the previous day. She remembered how boring she had been when she had been stuck in her bed all day and night just to rest and recover from her injuries....