With a silent and agile leap, the young duchess gracefully vaulted through the window. Her silhouette briefly framed by the moonlight, she landed lithely on the ground outside.
As Helena was outside her room, a gentle breeze caressed her face. The scent of night flowers wafted in, mingling with the cool, crisp air. She took a moment to inhale deeply, allowing the sensations to wash over her. Her determination propelled her forward towards the hot springs that invited her to come closer.
Helena approached the source of light with measured steps. The mysterious aura it emitted sent shivers down her spine. A memory flashed through her mind - this was the place where she and Ethan had been intimate. They had even come close to making love here.
"What am I thinking?" Helena scolded herself. She slapped her cheek lightly and redirected her focus. Carefully, she continued her path, wary of stepping on thorns or dangerous creeping creatures.
