Zeleskiaz took a moment to inhale the air he thought would regain as the sight of the lady was of majestic haze better than a daydream.
However, as if bewitched, his steps walked him inside. Caring for the quiet so it would remain and so, her test would not be disturbed.
Standing behind the seat he would usually seat at, his hand laid on its frame to admire the fair youth of the beloved lady. Looking noble even as her crown tilted downwards, while on her lap the familiar stack where her letters would reside was held weakly by relaxed bony fingers.
'... Your days must be tough on your frail energy… Beloved Marianne…' — Sympathetic for the woman, he sighed with concerned thoughts. Letting his gaze go from her soft visage down the lovely hair of reddish brown waves, appearing seemingly endless while framing her torso… Which gown's cleavage has been his greatest struggle from the very first peek he had of her figure at a Spring dusk.
"....."
