The day stretched lazily into the evening, the golden light casting long shadows across the castle grounds. Enara and I had somehow found our way to one of the smaller balconies tucked away from the main corridors a quiet, almost secretive spot overlooking the sprawling gardens. It was serene, the kind of place that felt untouched by the chaos that usually surrounded us.
Enara leaned on the stone railing, her eyes following the patterns of the hedges below. Her usual sharp-edged confidence seemed to have softened in the fading sunlight, and I found myself watching her more than I intended.
"What are you staring at?" she asked, her tone as blunt as ever, though there was no bite to it.
"Nothing," I said quickly, turning my gaze to the horizon. "Just... thinking."
"About what?"
