A delicate silhouette moved through the thick fog, her footsteps crunching softly against the damp earth. Even cloaked in mist, her shadowy figure exuded elegance, the gentle curve from her rounded forehead to her finely chiseled nose forming a seamless line. Her lips were pressed tightly together, and her purposeful strides hinted at restrained anger.
When she stumbled over a small stone, the knight following closely behind gasped in alarm.
“It’s all right, Dame Johanna. I just tripped a little,” Liliette reassured her. Without lingering, she quickened her pace, determined to leave the misstep behind.
