(POV: Lumiere)
The night before our departure to Drakoria, I was standing outside Isadora's chambers in the City Hall.
I knocked on her door softly.
A weak voice drifted through the door, its tone filled with fatigue.
"Who is it?" Isadora asked, her words tinged with vulnerability.
"It's me, Lumiere," I replied with a steady yet concerned voice.
With a weary sigh, Isadora granted me permission to enter. Stepping into the dimly lit room, I was greeted by the sight of Isadora seated on her bed, her long, ebony locks cascading over her shoulders and her stunning figure accentuated by a black gown.
My gaze softened, and I could only admire her beauty even in this weakened state.
A gentle smile tugged at my lips as I approached her, my footsteps barely causing a stir.
"You don't look so well," I murmured.
Her red eyes, heavy with exhaustion, met mine with a touch of sadness.
