And then he saw her. All his thoughts and assumptions shattered like glass. She stood there, poised and composed, exuding an air of cold indifference that took him completely by surprise.
Her presence was commanding, yet her expression was devoid of warmth.
The smile that had adorned his face during the carriage ride faded into an expression of awe and confusion. He felt exposed, his preconceived notions laid bare and rendered insignificant.
Jiho's gaze remained steady, assessing him with a mixture of curiosity and cool detachment. He realized then that he was not the savior in this scenario; rather, she might be the one to guide him. The roles he had envisioned were reversed in an instant, leaving him to grapple with a new reality.
As he approached her, he struggled to find his voice. "My lady," he finally managed to say, his tone soft and tinged with uncertainty. "It's an honor to meet you."
