Salviana let out a soft sigh of relief as the intimidating presence of Enid vanished beyond the library doors.
She turned to meet the gaze of the woman who had saved her, noticing at once her graceful posture and those delicate way she moved her hand, she's golden-blonde hair—a shade common among the Velthornes, yet she styled it with an effortless elegance. The woman's grey eyes held a gentle warmth that immediately set Salviana at ease.
"Thank you," Salviana said, her voice a little breathless. "For stepping in." she added when the lady looked like she didn't know why Salviana was thanking her.
The woman smiled, a small, reassuring gesture. "Think nothing of it. Enid gets off on putting people on edge or… undermining relationships. He enjoys the drama." Her voice was calm, as though this was a familiar tale, but there was a hint of exasperation in her tone. "I'm Rose, by the way."
