Adrius's smile widened as he recognized the woman standing before him. He bowed slightly, acknowledging her presence with a mix of respect and familiarity.
"Anara," he greeted warmly. "It's been too long."
Anara returned his smile, though her eyes held a mixture of concern and curiosity. "Indeed, Adrius. But it seems you've wasted no time in stirring up trouble."
She was a striking woman, a picture of mature beauty that seemed almost timeless. Though middle-aged, her skin was smooth and radiant, with the grace and elegance. Her long, dark hair cascaded down her back in gentle waves. Her eyes, a deep shade of emerald, held a spark of intelligence and warmth.
Her figure was equally captivating, her robes subtly hinting at a well-maintaine shapely form beneath.
