As the morning sun filtered through the windows, Lady Matilda descended the staircase with an air of elegance. Her blonde hair cascaded in soft waves, framing her face perfectly. She wore a form-fitting emerald dress that accentuated her curves, paired with delicate gold jewelry that caught the light with each step.
Zafron's breath caught in his throat as he watched her approach. 'By the gods,' he thought, 'she's stunning.'
"Well?" Matilda asked, a hint of playfulness in her voice. "How do I look?"
Zafron stepped forward, his eyes taking in every detail. "You look... breathtaking," he said softly. He reached out, gently tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "Absolutely beautiful."
Matilda's cheeks flushed slightly at his touch. From the corner of his eye, Zafron noticed Mara's jaw tighten, her hands clenching at her sides.
