Philippa, her chest heaving with the intensity of her emotions, hastened her steps to catch up with Archbishop Henry. The corridor echoed with the resonance of her voice as she called out, "Archbishop Henry, wait!"
Henry slowed his stride but didn't turn back immediately, his clerical robes billowing subtly with each step. He waited, his expression a blend of calm reserve and poised confidence. Philippa, her demeanor a mix of urgency and determination, closed the gap between them.
"Your Grace," Philippa began, her voice steady yet tinged with a hint of urgency. "I implore you to reconsider. Baldwin's predicament is dire, and the safety of our realm hinges on our actions now."
