Just as the fragrance of tea filled the air and the morning sun cast its gentle warmth, a soft, rhythmic patter of footsteps came from the entrance on the other side of the garden.
TAP, TAP, TAP!
The sound of high heels clicking on the gravel path grew closer, carrying a distinct rhythm.
Leia was the first to notice. She quickly retreated to the edge of the pavilion, lowered her head, and stood solemnly.
First, an older lady-in-waiting in a dark gray uniform with impeccably styled hair appeared at the turn of the path. She stepped to the side, clearing the way and bowing her head respectfully.
Only then did Margaret's figure emerge gracefully from behind the rose bushes.
Today, Duke Temeris's attire differed from the solemn outfits she wore when discussing matters of state.
Time seemed to have stopped for her. She still possessed the figure and face of a young girl, looking no older than fifteen or sixteen. Her skin was as smooth as jade, glowing softly in the morning light.
