Early morning, Barbara hid behind a tree's trunk, waiting for Kaisar to step out from the inn, fidgeting as she patted her leg on the ground. She had come to meet the man for three consecutive days but had not had the chance to see him. So, she got up at dawn, prepared herself, and came here, determined to talk with him.
Watching as the familiar carriage parked outside, she braced herself. A while later, the man walked out. As she approached, she spotted him walking toward another man, his silhouette framed by the soft light. His striking features were shadowed.
Barbara took a deep breath, steadying herself. Today was the day she would confront Kaisar. As she walked toward the man, her heart raced.
"Wait, milord," she said, getting Kaisar's attention.
