The new dawn breaking over Lanark's sky announced the impending arrival of winter as it ushered out autumn with its chilly wind. It seemed Lady Adela de Lanark von Conradie's husband was also on the verge of departing.
Their gazes met: he, standing on the ground beneath her chamber, she, peering down at him through the window with an icy stare.
Just leave already.
She released a heavy sigh as he strode away from the Archduke's manor, wondering when she would get to see his handsome face again.
"Do you have any more instructions for me, Lady Adelaide?" The Majordomo inquired, secretly hoping to alleviate the melancholy that marked Lady Adelaide's countenance.
Only her head turned in his direction, her body still struggling to maintain the fading connection as her husband moved further away.
