The clouds hung heavy in the sky, dark and swollen like bruises threatening to burst.
The wind was sharp, and the air smelled of rain and unease. Inside the grand estate, the butler stood stiffly by the doorway, his brow furrowed as he watched the sky.
"My lady, I strongly advise against traveling today. The weather is growing volatile."
Lady Rose Adams scoffed and adjusted her cloak.
"Volatile? Don't be dramatic. It's only a bit of wind."
"My lady, the clouds are black."
"So? Am I to cancel all plans just because the sky is feeling moody?"
"I'm asking you to delay. Not because you're a lady, but because you're unprepared for a journey like this."
He said patiently.
Rose's expression soured.
"Don't insult me. I've faced worse than a little weather."
He tilted his head.
"Have you, though?"
"I'm going. Stay here. And don't wait up."
She declared, storming past him with a huff.
"I wasn't planning to."
