Sylvester was always aware of threats around him as he smelled them. But, in this case, to his utter shock, she appeared normal and didn't send off any threatening scents. But all of a sudden, now she smelled of death.
'What is this? Is my life in danger of ending, or does she smell of death in general? Who is she?' He asked himself, albeit keeping a stoic face.
Just then, the Duke came forward and wrapped his hand around her waist. "This is my Duchess. A few years ago, when I was on a hunt alone, I was attacked by a pack of Great Lions. She saved me and healed my minor wounds. I offered her a job at the castle later, and slowly, you have us standing here."
"That's so romantic! Why didn't you invite me to the wedding?"
Sylvester and the rest parted aside and let the speaker come forward. A short-haired, blonde woman in Bright Mother's robes.
"Isabella? Is that you?"
