As Seraphine and I left the tailor's room, the weight of the day started to settle into my muscles.
The hours spent selecting fabrics and discussing designs had been both exhausting and exhilarating, but now, with everything decided, there was a new energy in the air a simmering tension that neither of us had acknowledged yet, but both felt keenly.
We walked side by side down the grand corridor, the soft glow of the evening light filtering through the tall, arched windows. The castle was quiet at this hour, the bustle of the day fading into the serenity of twilight.
I could feel Seraphine's presence beside me, warm and steady, her hand brushing against mine as we walked. There was a sense of anticipation between us, a quiet understanding that the day wasn't quite over yet.
