"Lady Marianne, maybe we could go inside now. My feet are hurting, I wish to sit for a bit before welcoming the other ladies."
Knowledgeable that the lady had yet to meet the man inside the tent, Jasmine suggested… anticipating the scene of her brother meeting the woman he probably peeked at once he found himself in her company at the resting waterfalls.
Innocently, Marianne followed the princess inside. Thankful of her suggestion as her body also requested rest… and unaware of the mischievous intentions her friend had in mind, her expression perked up after a few steps were taken inside.
At the back of the tent, the Empress gave orders to the busy servants while an aloof Zeleskiaz stood with a visible frown… for his hearing was a blessed curse which had warned him of the woman's approach along with his acute sense of scent for with their entrance the breeze also delivered the beloved's essence stronger.
