The pathway between the main palace and the mage area was far more bearable when Leonor wore an outer coat and cloak. Even though the wind blew through and disturbed the heavy material of her cloak, it didn't affect her like it would if she wore a gown.
There wasn't an inch of her uncovered except for her head, but it wasn't yet cold enough to wear a hood.
To her shock, as she passed the last quarter of the pathway before the mage area, she brushed past the last person she would have expected to see that morning–King Stephano.
"Your Majesty," Leonor greeted.
He didn't even acknowledge her and kept pressing forward. It was as if he didn't hear her at all.
"Stephano," she said his name loud enough to call after him since he had moved away already a few paces.
Hearing his name was a rarity and it was enough to take him from his thoughts. Stephano paused and turned to see where the voice came from.
