From the shadows on the far side of the clearing, a figure emerged. He moved with the confidence of someone who had been expecting her, his posture relaxed yet imposing.
As he stepped fully into the moonlight, the figure reached up and drew back his hood. Lord Carvin's sharp, angular features were revealed, his pale skin almost luminescent under the moon's gaze.
His lips curved into a sly smile, one that hinted at both amusement and danger.
"It's nice to see you again, Lady Viviana," he said, his voice smooth as silk, carrying an undercurrent of mockery.
Viviana, standing tall despite the unease that flickered briefly in her eyes, lowered her own hood with practiced grace. Her dark hair tumbled around her shoulders, framing her sharp, calculating features.
Her lips curved into a smile, but it was a mask, polished and cold. "And you, Lord Carvin," she replied evenly, her tone revealing nothing. "I trust you've been keeping your end of the bargain?"
